The Wait

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Eyes focus on nothing.
Heart won't stop hammering.
I feel vaguely like I'm floating.
Just waiting for something.

Time ticks slower.
Feels like I'm moving backward.
Only my mind races forward.
Willing the waiting to be over.

And so I waited.
And time never stopped.
But it crawled.
While I waited.
Until the waiting was over.

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