Isn't it utterly crazy to possibly think that a single match could be your downfall; although I think it I don't discard nor doubt the thought. This match could be the very thing that destroys that last shred of hope that lingers here and yet for some reason I don't think I'll get caught; it's a gut feeling; but I think I may be lucky today.
Going out of my room I make sure the matches are safely hidden within my clothes; careful so the staff cannot possibly see them. People are walking around the corridors some are like me, normally walking, scheming; others are screaming in agony; I look away not wanting any more reminders of how my life is to be; or maybe not to be. I wonder where the nurses are; why aren't they helping?
The bathroom was just down the corridor; before I go to turn into the bathroom I bump into someone; a girl who looks frantic and lost; her face is stained with tears and she's shaking; her mousy brown hair is knotted and uneven; she's worried. She looks up at me then and asks "Do you know where Ander is?" Her voice is filled with worry and panic.
The matches are instantly forgotten.
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Insanity
عاطفية❝ Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Choke, choke again I thought my de...
