I've confined myself to my room. An unspeakable mess has laid itself throughout it, and I find that I cannot see the floor. My piano is turned on since I have just been playing Chopin's "Waltz in A Minor" out of boredom, or out of sorrow, I cannot tell. My eyes feel like balls of jello vibrating in my head everytime I blink or turn away from the
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