Reality
I think my grip is starting to fade, as my eye begins to twitch, and my mouth feels stitched, the headache is like a blade. I hear myself yelling, but no sound protrude, the body in solitude, the mind is overbearing. Why is this happening, for the first time I'm free, so why does my bodies host trying to kill me, could it be reality is snapping?
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