I don't know what happened. I don't know why. But I see it. I see it again and again. The sounds are calling me. No. They tell me to run. Sounds are everywhere and I do not know.
So confused, but it's okay. That's what I am told. I am naughty because I don't listen, and it's not okay. I see it's not okay. Nothing is okay. That's what I am told.
Love the way the story is told. It's short thoughts that you can interpret easily but when put together makes a shocking scene. To me its like looking into a stained glass window where it fragments the story into thoughts that your brain puts together with imagination that makes a beautiful masterpiece.
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Somebody call the wambulance!
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Damn.
Wow, to see such a scene described via the playful mind of a young, innocent child... never seen this done before, but it surely is strong in its impact.
Well...