typical
Gazing outside the
horizontal slits
of the window
on the left side of my bed
I can hear the siren wailing
the busy street bustling
carbon dioxide escaping
out of my chest, slowly
Surrounded by misery
clothes scattered on the bed
books faced down
the table at maximum capacity
the door creaks eerily
air vents look suspicious
six walls in one room
two electric fans and a semi-nudist
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