I wake up, in this small room again and again. Sometimes I wake up and wonder why I'm not out yet. I've lost track of the time and I'm wondering why the fuck my light has been dimmed. Maybe it was someone being kind to me while I slept. Poorly microwaved TV dinners and a small glass of water. Let me the FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY I HAVEN'T DONE A FUCKING THING. Several formalities have been taken already, I know you people come to see me occasionly but what you need to do is hurry up so I can stop myself from going insane. It's not too bad... I exagerate. At least, in this room, I can think... think about the outside world with a whole new perspective. After more sleeping my limbs ache. They protest as much as my mind does with the poor conditions... I tell the people that I understand and that it is necessary, but necessary for what exactly? Trying to help? Finally a door opens and light comes flooding into the room.
"We're releasing you"
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Thank fuck for that.
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