There she sat in the cold, drowning in her madness as it crashed in on her and the tide rose above her consciousness. She fell deeper into the nothing, that daunting place that nobody but she seemed to be able to see, that crack in the wall that had somehow grown longer as day by day, managing to go unseen. As it sucked her in deeper, she wondered when they would notice. Could they see that it was not really her with whom they socialized. Physically it was her, yes, but within her mind, she had not been the source of control for some time. At some point as she slipped into a daydream, a monster of some kind took over her sanity, breaking away at it until it deteriorated into the crashing waves beneath. She had been thrown away to watch helplessly from a higher perspective as any direction she once had faded into the dust which was subtly falling, creating a film between her and reality.  And there she sat, that cold room with the crack in the window, drawing for hours to try and make sense of what was happening. Where was her mind?

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keep your friends close and your laptop charger closer

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Toy story 3 recently came out, and Andys 17 now….that means at one point in time the toys stood there silently while Andy was furiously masturbating.