I try to run but I can’t get out of place, the movements keep erasing themselves in their own kinetic and I keep doing the same thing over and over and over again.
Everything spins around repeatedly countless times like a cursed carousel, a scratched disk. I am desperate.
A cold metallic drop of sweat runs through my flaming skin, down my spine. I feel like I’m boiling more and more at every breath. I want to wake up, I want to get out, I want to spit my demons out but I feel like I’m being held by a thousand ropes and chains.
My muscles are shaking, I am dizzy and covered in cold sweat. I keep spinning, I feel the terror, I am stuck on my own nightmare.
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