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Creak and Step.
Feet and stomp.
Eyes flutter closed and mind wanders far.
Clamp clamp. Pop and look.

The noises coming closer, glueing you unmoving.

Freedom please?

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Absolutely thinking about that. The basement is horrible at the moment, looks like a crime scene where police had to dig in boxes to find things they didn't want to see. and feels like you're bring watched!

Yeah Sunday was super hard all by myself.