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[shatterxscheme]

It's like walking through soft dirt on a hot day- everything becomes coated in a thin layer. A dusty layer to protect and shy the shiny away. Each step is more and all the words I use to express to explain are moot. I must escape! I have to leave. My heart and insides beeeeend to the idea of being here and I'm sick of pulling them around! "No, stay put," and as much as I am commanding, some unknown force does the same... "please, it hurts."

I am no longer in control and the woman who is doesn't even realize it.