I think her fantasy has saved her sanity

I think her fantasy has saved her sanity

The fantasy that led her to the roof tops

The sanity that led her to the roof tops

Her realisation

Her comprehension

Of what is real

And of what could be good

The fact that we choose nothing in life

Our only freedom is the choice of death

To delegate such a freedom to

Illness

Accidents and crime

Would be a crime

The palpable wave over oneself

 

By Anon

 

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