The nib sprints across the smooth white surface
Aching limbs strain to keep a pace
Eyes strain againgst the headache
Ticking reviberates off the walls whistling me to hurry
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Ugh I hate thinkin about it but thanks anyway for helpin me to relive it lol thanks and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! !