The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
She looks at him as if her eyes were knives and thrusts them across his neck in bloody fashion. “I said,” she says softly as she meets his vicious glare once more. “If you want me to keep pretending, I need the things that give me the ability to continue!”
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