01.05.15.
I cleaned the house,
he cried.
I cooked him dinner,
he refused to eat.
I tried to talk to him,
he didn't respond.
I don't know how long we'll stay like this, but this
isn't anywhere near good.
I have to get him over the edge and
take him away from this phase, from this
hellhole of illusions and madness he created
whitin reality.
I don't know if he has any sanity left, to at least talk rationally to me, because now he does talk
he screams
but
I'll bring him back inside, inside the normal world;
that's what I hope, after all.
Until I snap myself.
Greetings,
H.T.
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