Fragility Of Mind And Body

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The girl travels towards her destination on trembling legs, her surroundings beginning to blur. She threateningly points the knife she clenches in her fist, stained with the lifeblood of her delusions, at all who pass her by.

You'll pay,
You'll pay,
You'll pay,
You'll pay.
I won't let someone
As despicable as you
Live another day.

You're walking quite unsteadily, will you be okay?

This is a dangerous game your delusions have told you to play!

Aha ha,
Even the voice in my head
Doesn't know
Whether it should
Call me out on my delusions
Or support me,
Anymore!

Who's that behind you, is what matters more.

Behind me?
I can't--
Won't look!
I bet
You can't
Give me
Even a single
Reason why
I should.

Turn around, what you'll see should be reason enough.

What I see
Should be
Reason enough...
Really?

The girl freezes, conflicted about her next move. A breeze blows softly in the direction of what the voice says should suffice as a "reason" to turn her head. Though light, this breeze is enough to loosen her grip on her knife and send her miserably frail body to the ground. Her vision fades to black in an instant.

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