All this having to think was getting to be too much,
and I kept finding myself back in that room,
with the peeling floral wallpaper,
it looked like urine,
and the doors didn't close properly,
and there was slumbering to the right and left of me,
but no one wanted to be in there with them,
but someone was,
someone had been,
at some point,
otherwise they could not have gotten that way,
looked that way,
but even the rest of us were boxed in
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