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I had this habit of waking up before the dawn

and going for a run.

I was interested in exercising.

Without eating breakfast,

I would put my earbuds in

and run throughout the whole city.

I really enjoyed this.

You know?

It felt energizing and refreshing.

Just like every other athlete.

Sometimes I was too immersed

into my jogging routines

that I would lose touch with the time

and the place I was at.

I would run for so long

and suddenly find myself far from the city.

I was so proud of myself

for being so engrossed in running

that I didn’t even know where I was going.

I would run and run.

Everything seemed fine to me until one day;

I found myself running again.

No life,

no one was there.

I felt crazy;

I did my best to remember how I got there.

I racked my brain,

but I didn’t have a clue.

It took two days for me to find my way home.

Since that time,

I promised myself not to do it anymore.

But I couldn’t even notice myself waking up;

I would just find myself running

and then I would stop.

I would come home

and sit in the corner of my house,

crying.

I thought I had a personality disorder.

I went to several doctors,

but every day my condition was getting worse.

Sometimes I wouldn’t notice the time passing

and the things I had done.

Until one day

I found myself

digging a grave

for my friend.

I was crazy.

In the middle of nowhere…

I was yelling and crying…

my friend was lying in the grave I had dug.

You!

Whoever you are, watching this video,

you need to understand

I,

without knowing,

killed

killed my friend

and buried her.

I killed my friend…

I.

I killed my friend…

You didn’t kill her…

I killed her.