Golden red flares up and warms my cold, so cold body. My hands are so cold. Did I say they were cold? I did now. Why can't I think straight? I want to know why I'm here. Why? Why...? It's like I'm spiraling into madness. But what is madness? Do I have it? I don't know.
Okay, I'll confess to you what I do know. I'm alone in a dark alley way. It's so cold that it's snowing. The grayish white and whitish gray are on the ground, trampled by footsteps of my own and of another. I'm alone. I have a piece of broken glass in one of my hands. Self-defense? Please, I won't hurt a fly. Actually, i would hurt an ant.
Why? Okay, I'll confess to you what I haven't told you. But no yet. Not just yet. You need to know my story. YOU HAVE TO! I can't die alone knowing what I know without sharing it with someone who doesn't know. I don't have enough time. What do I do?
I swear to you. I'm not crazy. Not the slightest. Okay, I'm lying to you, but everyone lies. This whole story may be just a lie. I won't tell you if it's a lie or not. I'll keep that secret to the grave. But I might be dying right now in a lonely alleyway with an open flame as my last companion. Or, I could be sitting in a chair in my brother's bedroom, trolling as I write this. Did I just break the fourth wall? I'm not going to tell you.
Well, as I bleed in this summer snow, this will be the only truth I'll tell you. Madness is a key to what lies inside. The spiraling part is a roller coaster ride. There! I said it. I'm crazy...cray-cray...insane...delirious...mad?...at least I'm not in this madness alone because you're already here with me.
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