Chapter One:
And so She went insane…
With boredom,
With Life,
With all the little things adding up.
Sanity was a distant memory,
As such things are want to do,
And all She could think about
Was a little person called Who.
Crazy as She may be,
She never showed it,
Because Who would not approve it,
At least, not as much as You.
There were times she thought She could fight,
And for a moment She did,
But the insanity won out in the end,
So She took out a butchering knife.
Hack.
Hack.
Hack.
And all that was left,
Was a small little dream,
Floating down the stream.
Flipping through the current like a fish,
It swam like an infected disease,
Hoping to be caught and dreamt by another little girl,
Who would eventually go insane.
The world was crazy,
Or maybe it was She?
The dream could no longer differentiate
Such trivial little things, so the dream went on swimming,
In hopes for some bygone prey.
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