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Jan 2018
I tap my foot and twiddle my fingers looking for distractions, like the way the beige wraps around the wall or the subtle beeping of all the machines. Looking for anything to take my mind off why I'm here. They should know not leave me alone with my thoughts. Sooner or later  someones going to come through that door and give me the news  of course I might go crazy by then.
SwordNPen
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