Gasoline
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Last published Wed, May 2, 2018
"The noise you hear, it's all fuzz. Nothing is clear, just...fuzz. I go to sleep hoping to wake up to something new, only to realize that I can't, that this isn't a nightmare. I see that my friends are slowly dying and they still go on, the machine on the inside rusting. I've realized that the only way to stay sane is to go mad. Were all living off gasoline, all slowly going crazy- and you know it." Once again the room was silent, trying to soak up the words he spoke. The Head spoke slowly and deliberately as if trying not anger the boy.
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