The floor is damp, I feel wet. The morning chill broke through my jacket as I hurried across the street, avoiding the non existent traffic. I just didn't feel safe in the middle of the street. The cold, crisp smell after rain filled my nostril and the aftertaste of coffee (because I drink coffee) dizzied me. I was late for the first day of school.
It's eerie, I see fields and fields upon white. The cold numbs me and crawls up my spine. Feeling scared and tasting the dirt as the smell initiates me, I continues to pose like that statue I am. It's never enough.
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