I wave to the balloon as it flouts away. I wave...
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The eyes the eyes there their. Why are they
there. Why do I let them haunt me. Why do I...

The plates on the wall start to crack. The plates...

The rope tightens around my neck as i pull both...

I don't know why the feeling still haunts me. I...