Disease
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I walked down the corridor of the white hospital and up to the front desk. There were pictures of flowers and newborn babies hung on the walls. They were there to make people feel happy, but this was not a happy occasion.
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"This was too much for me to handle. There were so many questions left unanswered, so many wounds left untreated. I closed my eyes, breathing in the aroma of the flowers, trying to dissolve all the impenetrable thoughts. But it was no use. My subconscious was screaming, dying to be heard, but I refused to listen."

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