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Feb 2018
I am in a room
This room is white
This room is quiet
I am sat slumped to the right
This room is closing
This room is a cage
I open my eyes and lift my head, the walls are shrinking
I drop my bottom lip, a scream filling this mouse cage of a room
I am in a room
No longer white and quiet


This room is red and lying
brat bunny
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brat bunny  F/on pluto
(F/on pluto)   
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