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White Walls

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I am in a room.
A white room.
Four walls. All the same.
Where am I? What time is it?
You are know where. There is no time.
I can't breathe. The walls are coming towards me. The room is growing smaller. I am staying the same. All four walls are tumbling on me while I sit and stare. My last thought, " What is out side of these walls?".
I blink.
I open my eyes.
Black.
All black.
Where am I?
Is this hell? Or is it just the real world.
Have I been blinded with perfect white walls?





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