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Storm

No one would notice that my heart is pounding almost as hard as my head, because my hands are still. I feel like I'm falling down a...

Reaching

Fingers rested so carelessly on my hand, yet I feel the quaking contemplation. Your eyes are ticking. Your mind is malfunctioning. I...

Fleeting

These moments seem fleeting. Forgive me if I cling to you. I feel like I have no control over anything, except feeling your touch. My...

Hurdle

The rock hurdles down the hill, daring me to stop it. I know I have to, everyone believes I can. No matter How much I breathe, I still...

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