This is my last sentence: We all belong here.
This is her last sentence: We all are loved.
This is his last sentence: We are a community.
This is their last sentence: Good will conquer evil.
This is our last sentence: Never stop believing in the good of the world, love till it hurts, and stay your strong, beautiful selves.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.
Whirring past at a million miles per hour.
Filling my head with noise.
The world makes it louder.
Scene One
(Stage)
(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)
Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!
Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.
Is she truly me or someone else entirely?
Is it real or just a mask?
And if she's just a mask, then who am I?
Am I surrounded by lights?
Or shadows?
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