one : m a d d e n i n g .

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ignoring the irritation in my eye, i focus on the miasma of stale nervousness that hangs around the dressing room.

far, far from the m a d d e n i n g crowd; yet so, so integrated.

inhale the cheap perfume raked with the stink of alcohol and cigarettes, its odour stimulating the bundle of nerves in my body. the mirrors reflect the vain composure of the artists while the dim lights try to hide them. the floorboards creak as the humming crowd of stage actors bustle around, some searching for their script— others, their sanity.

and i was proud to say that i was a part of them.

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