The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“I WON’T!” She yells as she leaps up and runs out of the room.
He turns around to the crowd, and swallows. “SHE’S FUCKING LYING!” He yells as the crowd slowly filters out of the room leaving him alone, he grips his forehead and hisses towards the ground in frustration.
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