The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
”I used your words to draw my scars. What could I leave?” He hisses through clenched teeth as he glides around the floor like a shark lost in an ocean of blood trying to find the sea to breath.
“My scars are deeper. My scars you can’t see,” she says.
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