Something is wrong. Tremendous wrong. The world spins in the triangle and you get yourself not get out of the spiral affair. It twists and turns, it lays down on the side on the abdomen, the back. Man tries to sit, stand, to run to fly. But no matter where you look, you see it. You can see his problem is exactly what this nasty thing responsible for ensuring that the body is dull, feels his legs are heavy and everything is just mush yet. And you know exactly what to do, but the pain which has drilled into a not cease. A wound. A large wound. When cut, healed scars, torn, healed, torn, healed, torn. Prefer to just start running, leaving everything behind. In the biggest hint of sadness to tears and start running for a massive wind chill not ever come back. Run run run! Those would be the single thought. No one would stop you. It just works, roads and forests are passing you by. Aimless, haphazard, dull. Until at some point again has the power to look up and discover just how beautiful the world can be.
feelings break. Wrong-headed in standing head and stay persistent. Social perception is blocked, called into question. And again and again only one thing: Why all this?
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