And I wanted to be as completely physically breathless as I felt. So I ran, last night, down these orange-blurred-black, sepia drowned streets, and heavy breathing and footsteps were the only noise, heartjumping rustles sometimes, and a badger ran across the road. Don't ask me what it was, I felt slightly, - absolutely free. I wandered down the middle of roads, and ran around, like I was supposed to when the world stopped for a little bit, everything froze. I can't explain it, but then, I never could. Did you do it? I don't know. We always were the same; don't try so hard to get away.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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