The Softness Of Insanity Why am I here? The words travel in and out of my mind. They do not bound me, they do not punish me, nor kill me. The softness, the firmness, the sadness. I have caused pain to many, but they do not matter to me any more as I sit here. So soft, so firm, so safe. They think i am lost, and trapped, but what im actualy am... Is free.
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