Blood In The Water

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"Who are you? What's your name?"
I didn't get the chance to answer before I got up and ran, they had no idea what was coming, or did they and they just ignored it? Before I could start out the door I was grabbed and dragged into a room, the lights were flashing and there was blood on the walls, why was I here and who dragged me? There was no light besides a little lamp that sat next to a little girl crying, who is she? I have so many questions but it's not the time for that. Welcome to Panic, the town of chaos, where everything goes wrong, except recently it's not just been us, the doctors think we are crazy, and won't listen to the truth. Don't worry about my name, what's yours? Would you like to join me on the rollercoaster of a day in Panic, or perhaps you could be stuck here. Maybe you are already here, the blood on your walls tells me you are like us, insanity is just a walk away, the ledge is right there, why not just jump over the ledge? You don't have to. Pick a side, Angels or Demons, here you don't have a choice, you're damned to eternal hell. Living here is a constant struggle, until panic sets in. The only thing we have to escape from this place is our own minds, it's hard to love someone who lives in Panic, especially with the inner demons. Constant worry you aren't good enough. Are you like us? Even breathing is hard to do in this place, the air is poisoned and our lungs are shot, but where else do we have to go? We're stuck here. Once we move in we can't move out, unless we break the law. It's possible we could die here, if anything else goes wrong. Animals can't come in, the government is too afraid we will all settle in more if the animals came in, and they don't want that. It's like we are constantly on edge and worried about what we could do wrong. Nothing feels right to us. It's hard to live in Panic, the town is always a mystery, no one can go against the government, no one has privacy. Worry is the least of our concerns. Here in Panic, nothing matters but our pure suffering. So why can't we get out? Because the only thing that can save us is ourselves, and when you're in this town, you can't even save yourself.

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