As an idea popped inside her head, giggling to herself, Lily quickly started scratching the walls wildly with her nails, to make doodles ~ to tell her story to the world.
Suddenly she stopped; the confusion in her mind aroused again.
Even with adequate ideas constantly flooding her mind, she remained bereft.
Her head started to pain, a throbbing pain; as though someone had lighted thousands of explosives inside; and unable to bear the noise, she tried shutting her ears with her hands, but it persisted.
Then she started crying; her life was worse than a parasite in that lunatic-asylum.
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It's so sad, loved reading it, thanks.
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