I saw those eyes again...
Almost too creepy to bear...
But I carried on looking...staring...
Drinking in his eyes like crystalline blue waters...
But I thirst for nothing more than to be free from this prison...
I've been too used to the suffocating smell of alcohol and antiseptic wipes and the constant noise of the silence around me...
But I never have grown fond of my situation.
I want to go home.
But then again, I cannot...
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Breach
General FictionMargo's mind is a labyrinth. With every twist and turn, more problems emerge and the truths that come with it are far more dangerous than she thought.
