Echo
Tears quietly streaming down my face
My legs are trembling
My hands are shaking
I’m Scared I can’t find my breathe
I’m looking for something, but all I can find is darkness
I reach out for support I feel my hand touch something
As fast as it turns into air
I whisper “help” I hear a voice
Then realize its my echo
I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye I sprinted; petrified
And then I stopped
Fell on my knees
And cried I whisper “help”
I hear a voice
Then realize its my echo
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