I try, I replay the scene, I recall every letter, every word, every phrase, but all I get is blank.
My pulse is white, filled with black veins that pump and irrigate smaller vessels. A thick liquid and purple.
But then I realize I lost focus, that was not what I wanted, was not what I should show. The memory back, but no words, and the anger I felt about me when I realized all that talking, not made me more angry at anyone. By the time a foot was placed in my way and I was forbidden to move on.
What did I do? I turned around and walked out the back.
Do not think you can stop me, much less shut me up. The deep well and dirty that I found was not only seen by me.
My pulse is white, filled with black veins that pump and irrigate smaller vessels. A thick liquid and purple.
But then I realize I lost focus, that was not what I wanted, was not what I should show. The memory back, but no words, and the anger I felt about me when I realized all that talking, not made me more angry at anyone. By the time a foot was placed in my way and I was forbidden to move on.
What did I do? I turned around and walked out the back.
Do not think you can stop me, much less shut me up. The deep well and dirty that I found was not only seen by me.
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