I thought I was going to be the predator giving the chase for my frail prey ... I thought the only loss would be the inability to capture the prey and nothing more, nothing to lose ...
but at the end of the day, not only I end up empty handed ... I realized I'm have been so wounded in that chase ... it's starting to feel like the o'so familiar slow acting poison
in a strange way ... I've became the prey and just waiting for my prey to devour me or be left to my own devices ... I feel so utterly hopelessly trapped with no way out ... waiting for the night to come
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