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The small alarm clock, resembling something from the nineteen fifties, ticks above my head. The ticks bounce from one ear to the other like a pendulum that I cannot make stop. My body is pinned to the soft feel of a beige carpet within the enclosure of four white walls, with not the slightest ray of light shinging in. It's still and I am unable to
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