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Evil Fog by Logan Hugmeyer
the fog engulfs me as i run through the woods.
i can hardly see my hand infront of my face.
It chases with incredible stamina.
its feet smack the ground with a rhythm all its own.
i'm getting tired, it catches up and bites my face off.
but i keep running.
even without a face because it will get me again and bite my face off again.
It has a name it is the evil fogmonster that bites off faces.
the evil fog monster that bites off faces chases me into an abandon building where i hide under a bed and the evil fog monster that bites off faces bites my face off one last time.
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