I feel like I'm on a speeding train and I want nothing more than to jump off. I'm scared. I'm looking at the ground flying by- the blurry pattern that half dead grass and tracks make at two hundred miles an hour. I have no idea where its heading, or if it'll ever even get there before the whole damn thing derails. It just keeps getting faster and faster and I almost can't see the pattern anymore.
This is all too much. This is not enough.
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