Pressure
I knew it was coming, the warnings on the news told me. . While preparing myself natural forces hit so fast beyond my comprehension. Within five seconds all of New York was being remodeled. Manhattan skycrappers began to fall like stacked dominoes and streets were revealing cracks that was never shown to the public , and on the other side of town trees were struggling to keep their balance. I couldn't believe what I was I looking at. Was this it? Was life ending before me? Looking at shaking mirrors everything became clear. This disaster called pressure was hitting me and it was changing this whole state within.
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