

hiding placeImagine... Sit there and listen. Find your hiding place, do it quick before all sound is drained, until all you hear is the clock's vicious ticking. Never letting us forget. Never letting us remember. Leaving us trapped inside this shifting room. While shadows contort. Creeping and consuming, becoming our greatest fear. Drawing closer, covering us. As it leaves every inch of our body cold to the touch. Shivering... While tiny clouds form when the air that escape our lips whisper... 'Have you found you're hiding place yet?'hiding place
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life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain -someone i don't remember
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life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain -someone i don't remember
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