Writing is Fictional

[gsyh]

Recurring wtf dream: Sepia toned room where I keep falling down, slipping on dark streaks and puddles of blood on the beige linoleum floor, I think I was just outside the skating rink of the community centre, even though I haven't skated in ages. No dead body, no knife wielding madman, no one at all.

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