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Scowering at the ground,, these perpetual thoughts twist my face into a frown.
My thoughts are racing through my brain, while im trying to hold onto what is sane. My body is flying, spining around and round. I'm unable to reach my feet upon solid ground. Yet a light cool breeze, wraps itself around me, begining to set my shallow mind at ease.

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