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Sitting in a room with four white walls screaming at me. Begging me to remember them. I recognize the voice, but the face is too distorted.
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC
No Longer Home
Sitting in a room with four white walls screaming at me. Begging me to remember them. I recognize the voice, but the face is too distorted.
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC
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