Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The truth becomes smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller.

Soon, the only thing you know is your own name.

You wake up in the hospital, you can't remember if you ate or drank or what day it is or why you are there. You are living in a human cage--yourself.

You are wiped out.

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