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- moving slowly
- as the surroundings continue on
- every step
- becomes heavier
- my feet sink
- through the ground
- like quicksand
- it pulls
- it spins
- the nausea begins
- its encrypting my thoughts
- it pounds and echoes
- the tiredness
- deprivation
- it engulfs me in tears
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