The time is the key

When do you know you’re actually insane? Is it when you’re aware of it, or when you’re not?

I open the same doors every day, my ankles are sore, my knees are sinking to a concrete ground, or is it sand. My everlasting wish that no one shall enter. And so I bend up my jaw, form a dubious grin.

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