It is very late at the moment, almost 1 am. I heard a sharp shout followed by a loud screaming. The shout sounded like something you would get if you got punched in the gut or fell upon your knees suddenly. The scream was desperate and bloody, the kind that comes out upon sudden realisation that your friend got hit fatally right in front of you and there's nothing you can do about. Maybe I'm just delirious.
What used to be the thoughts of a gloomy introvert who wrote about himself and his crazy thoughts because he couldn't express them for shit in front of anyone is now about nothing.
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