The breath flies around.
The sound bounces back.
The walls are keeping me in.
Like a running man with buckling legs.
The helplessness encumbers.
The pride slowly dissipates.
The happiness fades.
Like a cat tied to a stick.
The flow to your head rushes fast.
The anxious wait to be taken down.
The dependent nature of the unable.
Like punching a hungry bear in the face.
The concentrated pain through your body.
The problems begin from your mistake.
The immortal being is brought down.
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