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... e been locked in here for 100 days without being able to say a single word.
Without pardon or parole the length of my sentence is ambiguous and unclear
Unable to move properly, still gaining control over my limbs.
There have been good days and there have been bad days.
I have listened carefully to the world outside waiting for my day to come.
I have faced these blank glowing walls that undulate and I have rebuilt my own world within my mind
I might ...
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