She dragged herself along the dusty and narrow path that led to the notorious twelve pins.
The path was well hidden by bushes so that only those who knew about the twelve pins could access it.
She had heard them talk quietly among themselves about how ‘magically dangerous’ the twelve pin is.
They, the ‘strange ones’, with the funny hair cut.
She had never thought she would be going there herself as she had always sneered at them with the funny hair cut.
As if hypnotized, She found herself heading there that evening.
She craved ‘magic‘ Suicidal as it seemed.
Her heavy feet dragged along the dusty path.
It was a long walk and her throat begged for a drop of liquid.
Any liquid.
Her heart beat faster with every step she took closer to the twelve pins, threatening to bust out of her aching chest.
As she dragged herself along, thoughts…
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Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 