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the wind sends me home cold and incomplete, a sliver of a man, begging his bones to stop shivering. the lobby is depressingly empty, dark, and unfriendly. the hallways are better suited to my tastes. the water fountain is broken, sending the precious life blood of ten thousand things into a drain, to be recycled and sent to some future use. the flourecent lights flicker on the stairwell as echoes of doors closing sends me wondering why anyone else could even think of being awake this late. i lie down in my bed, counting seconds, but only getting to 57 in a minute. the darkness seems to have engulfed me. three hours later, i still get the same counts, and rise to use the restroom. the door is broken, someone in a fit of belligerence took out their insecurities on this universal object of practicality. i dont spend time for worries. i never make it back to my room, and instead spend my time curled up in front of a random door...gently resting and hating my bed.