The Revisit
'Let's show you order.' 'We are disorder, because that suits us.' He could hear the words, from the unconscious body. That wasn’t a much more thing. It was fearful, staying in an isolated closed room, with an unconscious barbaric guy, in the late night. He pounded on the door, gave some big thuds, only to go in vain. He took a smell from the door knob, it was new, it was recent. His thuds would always go in vain. He checked the gap between the door and the wall. It was too much narrow. No escape route, no will to live with a barbaric madman. It was a dying situation. Maybe he should have taken the liquid. He should have in the sleep. He leaned on the wall, just to relax. Every seconds after the dream felt like the last seconds for him. Was his new life worth no meaning? He couldn
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