This place used to be so happy in my head. Now all I hear is ringing in my ears and whispers that seem to come from nowhere. Some nights I wake up on buses heading in random directions. The driver always seems to have a shine in his eyes when I stumble off. I don’t remember much of my days anymore. It’s all a constant blur. Again I find myself facing the wall listening to the clock ticking away. Tick. a familiar bedroom. Tock. A window. Tick. Her. looking me in the eyes. Tock. Me. Running and running. Smoke. So much smoke filling the room. The smoke alarm sitting there warned me of nothing. It wouldn't make a sound.
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