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Room 1408
Alone with the silent revelry of the youth that was once swollen in the wall paper
and the paste behind.
The knowledge that at any moment, it can all be screwed up, and broken when the room, and it's vents will spit up something you've never met before. Something that was someone, and is now a something that you see only in a fast, sick cloud of darkness going behind the wall to the next room, and only after a much too long reaction time.
To have sympathy is to know they killed themselves, and it only twists your thoughts to blame the room, the room you yourself have been locked inside of.
and the paste behind.
The knowledge that at any moment, it can all be screwed up, and broken when the room, and it's vents will spit up something you've never met before. Something that was someone, and is now a something that you see only in a fast, sick cloud of darkness going behind the wall to the next room, and only after a much too long reaction time.
To have sympathy is to know they killed themselves, and it only twists your thoughts to blame the room, the room you yourself have been locked inside of.
Published 22nd Jan 2013
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Yes, 1409 was a bitch; the stuff on the pillows was NOT chocolate.
cookie ray
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cookie ray
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23rd Jan 2013 12:25pm
