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Inside my home I cannot
move. All I can do is sleep and
watch. If I were to talk I would no
longer be there for I would be found and to move would result in the same.
All I
watch is the people who pass. The
only thing I can see is the hallway.
This hallway is too monotonous to watch though and I am often and
most always left to my thoughts.
‘The day I get out will be the day’ I say. I mean that too, but how am I supposed to get out. I guess when everyone leaves.
For now
I will read the sign in front of me over and over:
’24 Hour Shopping’
I wonder what that message
could possibly mean…
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