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Recovered memory file~
Day- 19 Location- Unknown
Overall status- ter!_$a^ly il#
Yeah, this has been great! You know, I can't wa-
-ou mean they aren't here? Where di-
-never believe a word I say. Just don-
-adness...sorrow...the woe you fee-
-on't you hate me!?! Why?! Just hate m-
-ove is such a magical and del- del- del-
Diminished. Part Five.
Leo strolled down another street on the start of a new week. His mind was off in another world, as usual, while he passed citizens.
His thoughts were cut short. Stopping, he looked to his right. There was a building with windows that were dirty and had glass cracked in a few places. The doornob was in the shape of a lion with a sphere clamped in its jaw. He approached the door, took a few seconds for his curiosity to grow, and then turned the nob to walk in.
It did not take long to figure out he was in a library. Book shelves lined the room some overflowing with reading material and others barren of it. Dust
What Lies Past.Sitting here.
Satisfy my hunger.
A sip of liquid.
Back to typing.
Adjust the fan.
Nothing changes much.
To the door.
Lean towards it.
Close one eye.
Squint the other.
Peek through eye-hole.
Over a short amount of time, I have seen much. Sounds and noises will come
from past that door and I will rise every time, trying to catch a glimpse of
what it was. Gazing through that circular crack in the wall of my mental prison.
A taste of freedom.
Cool breeze of the outside.
I could be out there.
In the open.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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