Lonely sit. Sitting lonely.
Stare at the wall, the wall stares back at me.
I've been sitting here for a number of days. Pacing. Waiting. Anticipating. I can't help but imagine and think: Why? Why am I here? I don't know how this all went down. I don't know why I'm here. I just want to go home. But, it's been 30 days. And I don't know how much longer I can take it.
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