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i don't have control over my actions. someone made me do what i'm doing. and i've no choice but rush towards a vortex in a terrible hurry. a vortex i'm terribly afraid of. a black hole that would mean the end of my existence. i'm just another component of a huge crowd, a straw in a pile of hay. running along, jostled around, pushed and pulled. a flurry of thoughts crosses my mind as i hurtle along towards my inevitable death. i want to break free. i'm not afraid of dying but i wanna die free. not as a part of a crowd of lemmings jumping off a ledge. i hate their touch as they prod me along. i hate the cacophony of voices all around me. i want to be left alone. but i know i can't do anything.

i'm a ripple.

and the lake is gonna eat me up.