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I got home after a brief anxiety attack in the cab. I locked my door behind me as I enter and lay on my bed. I took my clothes off- all of them, one by one- haphazardly and threw them to the floor. I feel the cold pierce through my skin. I hug myself as I stare at the blank wall on the side of my room.

I continue staring.

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