[there's a choking, as fabric is ripped - tougher fabric, perhaps pillows]
I - fuck - I fucking hate this? YOU KNOW THAT? I HATE IT HERE. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. NOT HERE FUCK THIS.
[there's a crash of something breaking - lamp]
It's my fault, I want to die I don't want to be here, fuck fuck fuck fuck...
[more crashing,
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