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Why is it that I only feel safe here, In hospitals, locked away from all my fears? Why is this my favorite place to retreat? Why is it only in places like this that I can feel complete?
Breakfast Personal exercises Homework Lunch Checking Vitals Mario Kart Drawing the laughing stops as the sun sets
So it begins I sit here behind the window of colors and letters composed into complex coils of golds, whites, reds and blacks. I contemplate to myself What now? My desire to create was stagnant in my mind
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