The door is locked, got a chair against it aswell, the banging against it has ceased a bit,
I'm not ready for this, so very far from ready, but it seems... this is the only way,
It's very hot in the room, no air, my breathing is rapid, confusion is deeply set in my mind, I should be ready for this, my actions, my ways, they lead to this venue,
The banging has begun again, I can hear it, but it's just an echo in my thoughts, it means nothing to me, I will not waiver over it,
I can taste copper in my throat, it's the taste of fear, I've felt this many times before, not as thick as this time however,
There is no way to do things over, I hear myself saying this in my mind, wishing it were false, the direction is only straight ahead, so close, so dam close,
I wonder what's next!!!!!!!
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