The Wrong Path

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I'm drinking, cool syrup trickling down my throat.


I'm flying, a bird on the wind.

I'm diving into the indigo water.


I'm running, the beast chasing me never far behind.

I'm crying. Salty tears stain my ruined face.


I'm falling. Gravity pulls me away from you.

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