Im trapped. Everyday the walls close in on me just a bit more than the day before. There is no escaping this place. Trust me. I've tried. My brain is constantly trying to untangle from a seemingly ever- present dank, sour stench that fills the air here.
So many of the people around me tell me the same thing: That I'm insane. That I've gone mad. Who are they to tell me such things. Hell, they dont have any idea what is going on in my mind! They wouldn't care though, anyway. Nothing's changed. Not for the past 6 weeks at least.
It seems as if every word that is spoken here is meant to drag me deeper into a sort of dark abyss.
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Trapped
Short StoryAll the wishes most people yearn for in a lifetime I wasted in the time I spent there. Everyday hoping I could be left alone. "I am not confused!" I remember yelling but it's still so vivid. Then again sometimes even when you yell no one will hear y...
