I could only see the exit sign as I mustered my way through the long corridor with unseemly floors. The posters hung on the walls, as if they had something to show. This was the first time that the red light above me was telling me I needed to go. So I went... The building, blurry behind me, would just be a memory. I had to get away... I needed something to move faster than my feet. That's when I saw the blue breeze. If only I had something in my pocket, I could've gotten away faster... Gotten away from the freaks that line this city... I need to get out of here. Start anew. This is the end of this chapter. I guess I'll need to put on my walking shoes, it's going to be a long one.
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