It’s like getting stuck in amber and not being able to anything about it, You look around and you can feel your limbs, stuck in place, You can feel the thick fluid harden around your ribs, stilling their movement, You can feel your skin getting cured, Forbidden from aging for the rest of eternity, And you chastise yourself for not making better decisions, All the while knowing there really wasn’t anything you could’ve done to stop yourself. After all, you were flying blind.
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