Even one who ain't insane can go down that path of insanity by looking at the same white washed walls everyday.
Let me taste freedom, alright? I've been a good child in here. I've been doing all the biddings you asked, unwilling or willing so give me something as a prize in return..?
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Fanfiction{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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