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March 16
Several times, I have ran hysterically through the valley of darkness with hands above my head. I have ran with no sense of direction just survival instincts flooding my mind. Most experts would call me crazy for running with zero destination in mind but sometimes in life, people just run to relieve themselves from stress; to gain freedom from a bondage they can only escape from by running. Also, against most reasonable accounts, people run to be far away from the world and be lost in their own silence.
Today, I ran in the morning, just before five O'clock, to escape from my very own imaginations. Each step I took seemed to take me deeper and deeper into the worsening labyrinth of the jungle. I nearly fell down several times as I was torn into pieces by the fear of my own failure. I could feel the hot breath of my wild pursuer, chasing me in circles as I ran endlessly into a barricade of hostile men dressed in military uniform. What was worse, my feet kept getting entan
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 18
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 19
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 20
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 21
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 24
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 25
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger March 28
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