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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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