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Random First Lines:A recollection of four years of my life between high school and university, aged between 16 and 20. An account of the experiences - and the people... » Read
By Rose Burg
Madness is something we obtain rather than something we are born with. It has a versatile smile but a monotonous expression that creases the face until it scars into the film of our past. With its paradoxical qualities and ever-changing appearance, madness is illusive to the naked eye. But...
Short Story | Updated Sep 30, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4