Vanity. Ares

then clasped my hands to each side of the fly and
then clapped my hands together as if an applause,
this killed the fly as it hit the floor, before the
juice of it's body was then wiped off on my bed
sheet. What was the value of the fly's life? What
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
was the value of my life laid in the dark?
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Questions haunting my night; illusions of mirage
producing memories that distort want of subtle
realities and acted both in the deja vu and jamais
vu of my untimely existence — That rest of that
night I felt broken and numb, as I lay in the dark
into the morning. "I love you. I forgive your sins,"
said the Devil, as I closed my eyes to envision the
silhouette that fated me. Four walls, noise (the
Devil's).
A chance to stop and pause in silence could
engender a moment of beauty, but the ugliness of
silence, slowly, menacingly betrayed its beauty,
and revealed a nothingness I was first indifferent
to, but at what cost on my soul? In my mind I
wrote a letter to myself and it started, 'Dear
idiosyncratic heart.' and finished, 'I am indecisive,
but long for a punishment of real pain. Not this!
This serenity is violent.' This following day came
and went as happenings occurred as usual,
although I did get into a slight when Patrice, an
inmate seen as one of the biggest in our wing
(6"7), had bounced a basketball that hit me as I sat
alone in the yard. instantaneously angry, I said:
"You bitch! You will pay for this!" "The quiet
ones, are always the funniest," he said bouncing
his ball, seemingly taking my threat another way; I
would have been happy to have swung ten
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