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Quick Sand


All I can see is the sand caving in above me.
Sinking.
The sand makes room for me.
I fit in here.
It flows from my mouth to my lungs as in an hour glass.
I'm sinking faster.
I'm not sure where I'm going.
The harder I fight the faster I sink.

I'm still.
I'm still sinking.

I'm numb.
It's here.

I am.
Lost.

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