I’m Patient No. 017 at the Psychiatric Hospital

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[Mystery + bizarre antics + a cast of award-winning actors + crazy P support, a nest of snakes and rats. I don't know if it's mysterious, but I do know the author shoehorns nonsense into the plot and makes things up as they go. The author is dangling a carrot. Best not to click in, in case you can't resist tearing into it.]

I stand on the line between dawn and dusk, half my body hidden in shadow.

The blazing sun cannot illuminate me. I lift my eyes, only to plunge once more into a dead sea that speaks of loneliness. Time seems frozen by winter's crows. I am trapped in the bone-chilling water, unable to surface or sink.

As my soul drifts away, I see a pair of skeletal hands trying to pull me out of the abyss. I embrace them, watching their bewitching eyes as they sink with me.

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I am not innocent. I am guilty. I cannot cross over to that sunlit world. I willingly give myself over to ruin.

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