The Bad Something

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The super nice stingy kept pushing me quickly into things. I did not like it. I did not like it at all. It hurt me when I touched it. Then there was a big push. It felt like a push, but it wasn't. I quickly decided to call it... Blast. There was a sudden blast. The super nice stingy letgo of me, and I had that feeling again. I was touching nothing, but this time, the nothing was pushing me. It pushed me faster and faster. Something inside me was scared. It was moving fast. Really fast. Then there was a big touch. It was like the blast, but I was touching the dusty.

I don't know what happened, but im... Awake. I want to move around on the dusty, it everything doesn't feel good. It feels... Not good at all. Then something is pushing me into the dusty, it hurt, it hurt alot. It felt like the super nice stingy, but this something was different. This something wasn't nice like the super nice stingy. It was, bad. Did this something make the blast? Did this something take the super nice stingy away from me?

The bad something kept touching me. I didn't like it. I was hurting, and and hurt me more. The bad something carried me, and pushed me oike the blast. I was hitting lots and lots of somethings. I was hurt. I tried to call out for the super nice stingy. I tried calling for the nice wall, hoping it was still there. The flowy was touching me again. I was, sad. Very sad. I touched the dusty again. It hurt. I tried to move. I wanted to move. I wanted to get away from the bad something.

Then I felt something touching me. It was the bad something again. The flowy kept coming and coming and coming. But the bad something kept making the nothing push me onto the dusty. I was hurt. So very hurt. I was tired. I was so very tired. Another flowy was touching me, but it wasn't like the flowy I knew. This flowy wasn't very flowy. It was hot. And... Sticky. I didn't like it. I wanted this flowy to go away. The more I was touching the flowy, the more hurt and tired I was. I stayed still. Maybe the bad something will leave me alone? When I moved, it pushed me again, and again. If I stay still, maybe it will not hurt me.

The bad something came again. I tried to stay still. But the hot sticky flowy kept coming. The bad something touched me a little bit. It only hurts a little. The bad something moved and didn't come back. I laid still and did the thing that made me feel nothing and safe. It's not here anymore. The bad something is gone...

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