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She sits upon the bed, thoughts spinning through her head like a whirlwind.
She clamps down on them, shuts them off.
She stares around the room, unfamiliar yet known.
The paper under her hand is blank, the pen scratches a few words, near unreadable they are so tiny.
Tiny as the small voice in her head that is shouting, screaming, taking all her attention.
What have I done?
She clamps down on them, shuts them off.
She stares around the room, unfamiliar yet known.
The paper under her hand is blank, the pen scratches a few words, near unreadable they are so tiny.
Tiny as the small voice in her head that is shouting, screaming, taking all her attention.
What have I done?