The world started to feel small.
As if it were possible to walk one length to the other end in only minutes...
Desire started to drain, passion lost.
No sense of love just lack of interest, inspiration, emotions.
A staple to punch through all the loose, lost pieces of papers..
Pages stained, must be stacked together.
Because she is walking but her eyes are stuck on the ground.
The sky waits for her to glare back up again.
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