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Last published Wed, Nov 22, 2017
He was Insane.
I Walked past his door for the first time. He ran his hands through is dark, damp hair as He scratched the wall with his pale finger nail and made a tally .
Tally's covered his dark grey painted brick walls,
They were Everywhere. If I could Estimate how many tally's were on that wall , I'd probably loose count.
I wish I wasn't so focused on those tally's so I could realize in that moment , that Our dark brown eyes just met each other.
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