"Faster"
It's nearing, fast. Faster than the beats of my once lit up heart, faster than the sweat that plumps and rolls down on my skin, faster than the blood running through my veins. It's the darkness that's chasing me and I have to get away from it, faster. But it's not just the darkness itself, it's also the horrid and distorted things hiding inside it; paranoia, anxiety, depression, everything that makes me feel so down as if I'm almost sinking.
Why can't it stop? Why can't it be tamed? Why can't it stop roaring?
It's chasing me, fast, very fast. It's fumes got near me, I'm already disappearing and fading as it slowly swallows me in. The chains I once broke were clasped back, the weight that was once lifted from me became heavier as dark and distorted hands slowly puts it back on my chest, just like placing a crown on a new King. I can't breathe.
I just have to wait, I just have to smile, I just have to.....
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Save me, please...
