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Drop the Rope
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Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2023
Mature
Two more days, two more days, two more days. 

I was hyperventilating. 

In the corner of the room, I sat for what felt like an eternity - 42 days, to be exact. The thin fabric of my clothes barely protected me from the cold, making me shiver uncontrollably. I tried to regulate my breathing, to slow it down, but my body refused to obey.

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"any questions?" a hand raised slyly, receiving glares from the rest who just wanted to get this over with. "ah! yes mark what's your question?" dr. kim asked. "dr. kim, dr. lee, who the fuck wakes up a bunch of mentally ill kids talk about their feelings at seven a.m.?" he asked, a few chuckles after wards. "why don't you figure that out yourself, mark?" dr. lee said closing the door.