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Not Really Insane MAG
I was sitting in the room staring out my window at the cold prison
sky that was crying a deluge. I was morose, but a quick burst of laughter
escaped from my lips, then died there as suddenly as it was born. My eyes
reflected nothing but the unfeeling droplets which conspired on the
window sill. I lost myself in a gypsy dance and I performed it for no one.
Pausing in front of the mirror, I noticed the harshness in my eyes that
scared my deepest feelings. Immediately I sat down to watch the rain,
again in my somber position on the soft floor. I just wish there were no
bars in the way.
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