How a World Is Recorded
At times when I'd go crazy, I would write about things. I would carefully and bluntly describe the world through my mad eyes. Then when the craze subsides, when my mind's at a normal pace I read those words again and again and again. When you've read it enough times, it stops making sense. Then, maybe I can forget hate and see myself through the lines.
Copyright © Thalia Huevos | Year Posted 2018
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