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Random First Lines:This poem is about realizing things and when you do, it's like a pang of fresh air that shows you light to what you think you know and what you... » 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: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4