I sit here at my desk with the most maddening of ideas. I plan to write what I beleive should not be wrote. Ive been seeing things. Unnatural
things. My soul is one within a delusioned mind. The reality of all the world has been denyed to me. This making me more and more aware that a world within could be made more affective than a world
around. Certain thoughts could push me off the edge and have me plummet uncontrollably towards my utmost inevitable doom. I no know longer know what is happening, weather this is a disilusioned
fantasy of a madman to have the rest of the world be his pen, or a vision of something different altogether. I think I am going mad. I do have the feeling that this will be of gargantuan
proportion. I think this verry well may be more than a story, something like that of a supernova perhaps, something that only occurs once every hundred years. It will be wrote how it has been
coming to me, as a young man who has found his parents dead in the midst of an apparent holocaust. Good god, Im so confused. What is wrong with me?
I no longer know.......
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