Five Thoughts from Insanity
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Last published Thu, May 31, 2012
Living on the brink of death. The one thing you need the most becoming your greatest fear. Darkness swells, engulfing your very soul. You struggle, but feel all energy leaving your numb, cold, and bloodied body. You aren't left for dead. "I'm not dead," you tell yourself. You know that they know this. They are waiting for you to break. A lost mind within this cold, dark place. You are alone.
This is Sasha's life. Even after she escapes the place through her death, her mind keeps straying back. In a metaphoric way, she still is there. She still is in pain and confusion, asking why she is there. For her, her world has already ended. With breaking rules around every corner, she struggles to uphold the laws of the society she has joined in this half afterlife. Consuming souls and in search for revenge, she keeps running. She doesn't see it, but knows everyone is keeping something from her. Will this secret ultimately set her mind at ease, or will it lead to her downfall?
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