The car starts moving slower
The traffic lights start spinning around
The sick feeling in the stomach intensifies
All the memories too viscious
All the images too strong
All the questions I couldn't answer
It's all a bad dream
It's not real
I'll wake up tomorrow things being like before
It should be
It has to be
It will be
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I feel it, too. It couldn't be real. I hope it's not. Please.
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