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The light bounces off the walls as i awake in a room that constantly changes. It shifts
and changes colors and shapes, while i remain the same. While years tack on age and length
and weight. I remain unchanged, like a statue, frozen with my memories. Waiting to be
undone; here just waiting for what?
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