I cling to it like a drowning child clings to his last gasp of air. This world lives, breathes, and bleeds without me, it always has. All I do is dream, of the one thing that everyone else takes for granted...
The past six hours I have spent trapped in this toilet have been torment. I am beginning to hallucinate, of little blue men and pink rabbits that seem obsessed with dry humping my legs.
There is a man who lives inside the walls. At night he sneaks out from behind the yellow wallpaper and crawls around like a mad fool. He thinks I don't see him, but I do, oh yes!!
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