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It wasn't supposed to go that way.
The sirens are singing in Tommy's brain.
It wasn't supposed to go that way and he knows.
So why were the fucking sirens singing?
Why was the world suddenly so colorless?
Almost out of sinc, nothing made sense.
Suddenly he couldn't think straight:
He forgot his name, breathing seemed impossible,
why where his cheeks wet? Where was he? Why was this happening?-
He stopped.
Took a deep breath.
Three second in, Two out. That's what Techno taught him.
Tears were rolling down his cheeks.
The wetness on his cheeks make him tremble.
he noticed his lips were freezing, he touched them, and the sudden coldness made him process what was
happening
He Was in his dirt house. His name is Tommy.
He's 17 years old, and he Died.
He came back.
And now Dream is free.
So He runs away.