She was always running. Was she in pursuit, of dreams mapped out before her? Or was she merely circling, in a semblance of haste, a ruse designed to establish herself as the object of attainment? Chased by questions evading answers, encased in a hounded cheated mind, she faltered, wearily conceding.
Fifty words. I'm pretty close to the deadline, maybe I'm too late, but I thought I'd give it a go anyway.
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