Fyre
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I leant my head against the wall and exhaled. I couldn't tell whether it was day or night. It didn't matter. Staring into the complete darkness, my fingers traced the ruts and groves of the floor. I already knew every crease, every fold of the stone. It was just to keep me awake. It was easier to bear when I was awake. They had upped the dosage before I had escaped and my body had needed weeks to remove it from my system. Finally we would be free. Thick coils of metal wrapped around my arms and legs so that I couldn't move. I felt her stir in the back of my mind, and uneasiness settled in my stomach. It was starting.
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Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.

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