Bloodshot tired eyes peeked through the skim of light that was left in her mind.
She was helpless, paranoid, hopeless.
Her mind was in a spiraling downfall.
She was her own enemy in this case.
Her own mind reflected its inner madness.
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An Author's Trashbin
RandomThis is just gonna be where I dump my iconic book lines that have no context, but are still beautiful.
