XI

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The isolation is getting worse, the scratchy feeling is coming back.

Everything is not happening the way I wanted it to go. 

Hallways split to my presence, telling me each day like a broken record that I'm nothing but the parasite with diseases that no one wants.

The filthy animal that just can't find a way to be put down.

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