Prosa Dia 33: STUCK!

I can't think clearly enough. My head was spinning around.
I can't feel my feet, my toes even I was standing in my foot.

I can feel my hands was shaking and trembling. My lips was chilling hard.
The sweat came down to my back and I breathe too fast or somehow like whispering.

DAMN!
I was stuck! I'm stuck! Again..
It wrapped me tight. I'm confused.
I need to rest. I need to stop but I can't....!!!
I should finish my way, I don't wanna be a loser. I'm not jerk nor shit!
God help me out! God help me out!

I'm stuck...

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