0 Ambition.
100 Intuition.
Everyone seems to fly as the light runs by.
It seems to me that those who prefer to stay end up going faster.
Faster; making the past seem as though it's farther than it really is.
But to me...
I can't say...
And this uncertainty makes me this way.
I'm left wondering what to say. And how to say it.
And if this body won't let me do what I see inside.
I'd rather not be apart of it.
I'd rather die.
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