My body aching,
My hands trembling, shaking,
It's time to go on.
My hands trembling, shaking,
It's time to go on.
The air is thick with heat,
Making me feel as if I’m drowning.
I keep walking, for the fear of going back propels me,
penetrating the walls, invading my space,
comes the sound.
it chases me, finds me, leaves me with no place to hide.
searching for the source, I face the noise,
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