You sit in the corner and face the wall. The walls are white and dingy. You can see scratch marks on the wallpaper. You trace your fingertips along the scratch marks. You wonder if they are yours or someone that lived here before you did. You stare at the wall and start to think about that one summer day by the lake that you spent with your friends. You stare out at the water and take in the beauty of nature before you. You close your eyes and you feel the warmth of the sun on your bare skin. You think to yourself this is what it feels like to be happy. You open your eyes to find that you are still in that room. You get up from the cold floor and you get back into that bed and you cry yourself to sleep.
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