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White Room

It’s been about twelve hours now. There’s been a headache perpetuating my conscious. Chills sweating all throughout my body. And a very lonely feeling of disillusionment. I sat there, in the white room, trying to forget what was happening. Twelve hours seems like nothing when you think about the five years it’s been since. Five

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Breaking the Nothing

It was a Thursday afternoon during the great escape known as summer break. The sun was blazing so much heat, we were forced to melt next to a fan while attempting to watch television. But there was nothing on. I turned to the three sitting next to me and said something along the lines of,

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