It was as if I could see myself from above. As if I was a cold breeze, sneaking through the window. Never could I have imagined myself in such a place. The naked walls, glaring at me. Mocking me with blank expressions. The dirty floor… "What on earth am I doing here?"
I lit a cigarette, inhaled as I let my thoughts drift away and sail upon my destiny. Had it been fate that led me into this condemned abyss, or had I led myself there, I wondered. I could taste blood in my mouth.
One, two, three, forty hours passed. Whenever I tried to stand, I would fall back down like the last domino in an ever-long line. There I lay, in the corner of the dark and dusty room, outside which I had not been for weeks, save the occasional promenades for cigarettes and bread.
"I must get out", I thought to myself.
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