Reality Away

He grabbed the pen. It was procedure now, whenever he was on the verge of a breakdown. Grab the pen, uncap the lid, grab the nearest paper, stab, scribble, write. It seemed the only logical thing he could do when he was fully ready to crash. Sometimes he thought it'd be easier, but instead, he wrote. Short, sharp messages. Help. SOS. A feeling. A location. Anything to get his hand moving freely. Anything to get away from reality.

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