Silence
Somewhere in the middle of the meadow... forest behind your bare form.
Raindrops giving life to your dry soul.
You're tired. Just tired and confused.
You're listening too many people.
The wrong ones.
How can you hide yourself?
You cannot.
You're too weak to make it.
Says who?
Says him.
Don't listen to him, then.
Ten, nine, eight
But how?!
seven, six, five
You will find your way.
four, three, two
You cannot breath
ONE
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