Time
I stare at dark brown eyes,
Brown skin.
Brown hair.
I blink, and the image does the same.
I begin to shake and I watch from the corner of my eye as my equal follows suit.
I stand and pace back and forth.
I shake my head trying to force the monsters out.
I hear shouts and screams.
I pace faster now the room begins to blur and im moving through time.
Through space. My existence is temporary.
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