Shriek

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A whine is heard in my distance.

The distance that surrounds me, involving me, without me there is no distance surrounding.

A terror has struck my street.

It’s burning and tearing and crushing and feeling, without feeling there can be no terror.

Grit your teeth and feel your heart jump.

Feel your legs shake and your arms put on weight.

Slam your head and take a deep breath.

You will be alright, just decide the way your life will surround you.

Decide your fate.

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