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Not Really Insane MAG

By Anonymous

   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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