Why is she running?
and from who? A little poem.
The wind in her hair as she ran.
Just running as fast as she can.
Where? She did not care.
Just needing to go
get the hell out of there.
He was closing in .
Getting nearer to her, fast
He had to stop her.
To make her see, why
To make her see, why didn`t she know.
With him , she should be!
The above it is what was missing , when published onto this site 
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