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My heart beats faster, as I take a step, one after the other.
Some times there are words that seem impossible to utter.

As I near my fate, second thoughts, no thirds, pop into my head.
At times these are thoughts of which you most dread

I choke back the tears, regretting each step.
My words seem so hollow you can almost feel its depth

Wish I could just run, drop dead to the floor
Jump into the ocean and wash away from the shore

I turn to run, an overwhelming coldness washes down my back.
Frightened to go further, I start to retrace my tracks