The Zone

April 6, 2012
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Deep, black emptiness
I'm closed in by a wall
A deep, dark floor
A black room protecting me from the world

Wind blowing
A trickle of water
No whispers or yells
Just me

The smell of my perfume
Drifts through the damp air
Mixed with the smell of sweat
And the taste of dirt
I can taste the sweat
Feel it trickle down my face
Feel my body wearing down
My heart pounding through my chest

This is how i play the game.

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