A sunset over the ocean
The trees changeing colors
The world in constant motion
The fadeing colors
Why can't we find peace?
The constant spinning of the world floods my mind
To the ground I'm binded
"Trapt!" I yell. "Trapt! Im Trapt!"
I grab a map
And run my fingers over the flat folded surface
"Theres no where to run! I'm trapt here on this surface!"
I'm constricted here, not able to breath
Fading quickly, passing in and out of life and death
I'm just another victium of this deasese
Of not being able to find peace
Maeve Sinclair Community Member 
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