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911 What's your emergency
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HELLO?!
This is an emergency. My name's Chris Hall I'm at the corner of Charles road across the railway line. My friend accidentally got caught on the railway flooring.
His foot is stuck!
We have no idea how long we have left until the train arrives at Charles station.
(In my mind)
How do you remain calm in the thought of death coming to you or a loved one.
It's in fear how my moments now remain like sketches in my mind like a frame of art work and its value is predetermined by my state of being from frame to frame.
It's the predecessor of my interactive emotions playing back and fought on floor called the memory lane.
Why did it take me this long to decide how much of value one means to me.
Am I so undecided?
is my feelings real or camouflaged by the thoughts created through euphoria and distanced laughter.
(This very moment)
I'm confused at which should I prepare him for.
looking at him cry and scratch the floor.
I'm about as fearless as this.
Do I hold on and follow the risk.
(Truth is)
Death isn't Equal to the time you have to insure you have fun or eat at all.
to be comfortable enough, have money to fill pools for the rest of us. No.. oh no.
We feel as if Death isn't acceptable even when we finally ready, we aren't well prepared enough for certainty, we'll never be ready because good isn't good enough. when a life is yours and it's close to heaven or hell.
Who do you trust? if not yourself.
Who do you call? if not your friends.
Why does humanity only see action in reliance, only depend on God with no compliance?
Humanity only sees the opportunity of helping when one isn't valuable enough to get through this twice.
we anticipate, wait at it
and encourage others to help when it's necessary.
(Call disconnected)
Hello 911
what's your emergency?
© A Whisper from
HELLO?!
This is an emergency. My name's Chris Hall I'm at the corner of Charles road across the railway line. My friend accidentally got caught on the railway flooring.
His foot is stuck!
We have no idea how long we have left until the train arrives at Charles station.
(In my mind)
How do you remain calm in the thought of death coming to you or a loved one.
It's in fear how my moments now remain like sketches in my mind like a frame of art work and its value is predetermined by my state of being from frame to frame.
It's the predecessor of my interactive emotions playing back and fought on floor called the memory lane.
Why did it take me this long to decide how much of value one means to me.
Am I so undecided?
is my feelings real or camouflaged by the thoughts created through euphoria and distanced laughter.
(This very moment)
I'm confused at which should I prepare him for.
looking at him cry and scratch the floor.
I'm about as fearless as this.
Do I hold on and follow the risk.
(Truth is)
Death isn't Equal to the time you have to insure you have fun or eat at all.
to be comfortable enough, have money to fill pools for the rest of us. No.. oh no.
We feel as if Death isn't acceptable even when we finally ready, we aren't well prepared enough for certainty, we'll never be ready because good isn't good enough. when a life is yours and it's close to heaven or hell.
Who do you trust? if not yourself.
Who do you call? if not your friends.
Why does humanity only see action in reliance, only depend on God with no compliance?
Humanity only sees the opportunity of helping when one isn't valuable enough to get through this twice.
we anticipate, wait at it
and encourage others to help when it's necessary.
(Call disconnected)
Hello 911
what's your emergency?
© A Whisper from
