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I am walking, but i cant see where i am going.
I feel the cool grass beneath my feet,
and light rain drops hit my face.
The air tastes of morning dew,
and i feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders.
I never know what will come along,
but that makes it all the more special.
The atmosphere is a comfortable blanket of peace surrounding me...
promising to guide me safely.
But with each step I take,
the rain pelts harder.
The soft grass turns to cold, sheer ice.
The air is now bitter and cold..
but as I drew on i could feel what i have been searching for become closer.
Then suddenly...I feel the rising panic welling up inside me..
the forceful wind in my hair...
the blood curdling scream fill my head..
I am falling.
Waiting to be caught..or for my inevitable doom...
-Xxx_GorgeousNightmare_xxX-