everlasting problem
puffing heavy. legs moving livelier than my heart rate until my skull crashes into the cement I fall unconscious eyes prying open I rest on my spine and slowly inch over the other wall a trail of residue following me. I throw myself up onto the unstable foundation I was born with and run my fingers along the mortar my sense of life leaving me every second I proceed consistently around looking for an exit there's not one. it's gone. I tumble onto the ground in agony and fall into my expiration
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