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It's creeping closer to that ever-so-thin line between "SAFE" and "NOT SAFE." And the closer it gets to that line, the more I want to destroy it. Smash it to bits before it gets there. Run while I still can, before it's too late, before it engulfs me and erases all of my hard work. I can feel myself slipping. I don't want to go crazy again. I'm so terrified of what I may do this time.
You will betray me.
Say I'm crazy.
Say this never happened.
And I wonder, maybe this really ISN'T happening. How could any of this be real? Probably I am an experiment, a brain in a jar in a laboratory somewhere, in some kind of lucid-dream coma.
You will betray me.
Say I'm crazy.
Say this never happened.
And I wonder, maybe this really ISN'T happening. How could any of this be real? Probably I am an experiment, a brain in a jar in a laboratory somewhere, in some kind of lucid-dream coma.