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"Like swimming through water my brain is slow and hard to push through. I can hear the sounds of my brother laughing through the wall beside me and reflect on our different emotions. Sometimes his laughter is drowned out by the music, so loud that it dulls my ears. Other times I hear nothing and reminded of how I'm the only one awake in the house. Every room is dark and silent with no action, the occupants blissfully unaware of my every night. Oh, how I hate living this way."Tous Droits Réservés

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