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The mask still hasn't broken;
I still clench my fists as my nails dig into my palms.
Now the cold has spread out of my core;
My whole body's cold with anticipation to just escape.
I'm stuck until I can run away;
I need to get away, even for a day.
I can hardly breathe;
The only thing burning is my nose.
I look out to only see the darkness surrounding me again;
It's a hidden choice I choose to face.
My chest is pressured;
It feels as if I'm floating because of the pain.