Fear of Falling
I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
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