The Sanity Theory

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The sound of crickets and the sent of dying grass that brushed against my arm, the blue and yellow lights danced around my small, pitiful camp. I enjoyed the night, the stars and the soothing crack of the fire. It was lonely, and my only friend, Jasp my loyal dog sat with me. The only thing that mattered to her, the world, the animals and the stars, had become a desperate, kill one another for thing.
Sanity.
Surprised? You shouldn't be, because when everything you care about is ripped away, that's the only thing keeping you alive. If your alive without sanity, you don't last long.
I found that my advantage, my simple mind, my thin cold heart didn't make it hard to kill.
But when it comes down to it, I never want to pull the trigger that will end someones life, all there thoughts, memories and thoughts, all the pain that they had went through- gone.
I have done it, but at this point, no one cared who killed who, or why a young girl was by herself in the middle of the woods. Nah.
I didn't mind much when people underestimated me and I chased them off, always with a smile. But I know, inside, I hate what I have become. I want to run away from my own self, I was scared of myself, what this world had made me. My sanity was running very dry, as I sat under the stars, I wondered quietly,"What have I become?"

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