Ignore the voice.
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Closing your eyes you find inner peace. | Closing your eyes you find inner peace. | ||
| - | The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- wait a minute, what worries? You ask yourself as you leave the world. | + | The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- ''wait a minute, what worries?'' You ask yourself as you leave the world. |
The atmosphere. | The atmosphere. | ||
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Reality. | Reality. | ||
| - | Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world. None of it matters, I guess. This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is- | + | Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world.'' None of it matters, I guess.'' This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is- |
| - | + | "Rel!" | |
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| + | '''He's not going to let you, and you know this.''' | ||
*[[Look over your shoulder.]] | *[[Look over your shoulder.]] | ||
[[Category: Spiral Hill]] | [[Category: Spiral Hill]] | ||
Current revision as of 20:52, 4 May 2012
Closing your eyes you find inner peace.
The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- wait a minute, what worries? You ask yourself as you leave the world.
The atmosphere.
Reality.
Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world. None of it matters, I guess. This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is-
"Rel!"
He's not going to let you, and you know this.
