(My ideas on what to put for songs has just gone downhill)
I sat there and, just, looked at myself. The wires, the vines, my arm, everything.
"..."
I would've asked myself how, or why, but both of those roads lead back to that. So I kept staring, and staring, and staring.
"Okay, that's enough. Just focus on moving." I thought to myself.
Using my good arm, I pushed myself into a sitting position. It took longer than I would've liked, but what can you do when-
"Nope. Not gonna think about that." I thought to myself, trying to get back on track.
"Okay, I need to stand myself up."
"...Somehow…".
I placed my hand on the floor, and pushed my body up. Shakily, I pushed myself into a standing position.
My legs creaked as I stood, which was worrying. I thought that my legs would end up giving out, but they held up. I was finally able to stand.
“Alright then, now let’s see where I am.”
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[TFF] Showtime (Currently Rewriting)
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