Description
I find myself wondering if insanity can be asymptomatic. Like disease not showing on the surface yet still infectious. How a face can turn a grounded man to commit atrocities he never would've if he spent his entire life having never been exposed to beauty. Forever changed. Forever ruined. Obsession is like addiction, only without the hope of recovery. It lives without the morning after declarations of 'I'll never drink again', after a night of hugging the toilet seat and smelling like your own sick. Secrets live without the eventual loved one confronting you with pleas of change and promises of support. True madness never questions itself. It never relents and it's never satisfied. Instead, it screams constantly with a voice only you can hear, "FEED ME. FEED ME. FEED ME."
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