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his blood found itself reaching dangerous temperatures as he clenched his fists.
there was nothing and no one who could stop him as he began to grab this, smash them, punch them, break them.
his anger coursed though his veins like pure fire, luring him into more danger at his own hands.
his blood painted the smashed glass, colouring the shadows drawn by light.
in the confines of his own apartment, he lost his mind.
in the confines of his own mind,
he lost himself.
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psychosis | 3 |
Short Storyhis fantasy hurt him, but she told him what was real. * dedicated to beating hearts. third in the spectrum trilogy.
