The world is moving, moving without me.
Bringing me to my knees. I feel it coming
close to me and I can't stop it I can't breath.
Kicking and screaming but I just can't
break it. So I become motionless, the
blackness suffercates me. The stares, the
whispers but I keep walking. I almost
want to die. But then everything turns
white please don't let it fade please never fade.
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Author:
GhostWriter (
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