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Blood at the base of my neck The taste of mold Cold, cold, cold surrounds my every cell My tears freezing as they trickle down my face I breathe. My sight sees a sliver of smoke climbing the ladder of air I dare to shift my gaze Distant moans, screams, footsteps creeping on the cobblestone Slowly understanding action is required, I roll over, Spit a stream of red, secure my undone laces, And close my eyes to prepare for the pain I heavily anticipated; First step....."ssss" Second step....."hhhhaa" Third step....."hooooo" Run.                                                                        s.q.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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Blood at the base of my neck The taste of mold Cold, cold, cold surrounds my every cell My tears freezing as they trickle down my face I breathe. My sight sees a sliver of smoke climbing the ladder of air I dare to shift my gaze Distant moans, screams, footsteps creeping on the cobblestone Slowly understanding action is required, I roll over, Spit a stream of red, secure my undone laces, And close my eyes to prepare for the pain I heavily anticipated; First step....."ssss" Second step....."hhhhaa" Third step....."hooooo" Run.                                                                        s.q.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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