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I don't know her.
She stands in the distance. I am running. Forever running towards her. I want to hold her, or I want to become her, or maybe she is running towards me. All I know is that I want her.

Her hair is brown or blonde or red. Her eyes are blue or probably green. Her body is unique. It is the same as other bodies. Because it is the same, it is unique.

I'm running towards her. I want her. Who is she? I know her, yet I have never seen her before. I run towards her. I'm not getting any closer. She hurts me so much, but I need her. I don't know what to do. I love her, but I've never met her. I know who she is. I keep running and I don't get closer.

I am running. She stands in the distance.
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