SA+27

The only thing you can hear is the loud rapid beat of your heart, thumping so violently it threatens to jump out of your chest. There is one recurring thought– You're never going to make it.

A single tear trickles down your face expressing the pain the tear the passion the words left unsaid You're shaking. Every breath feels supressed like someone tied a rope around your lungs and is pulling with all their strength You feel dizzy. It's an effort to stay upright. But you know you must go on.

Is it the start of the end? Or a whole new beginning?