Cold. The metal is cold. Frigid. Darkness is pale. Cylindrical. Longer than wide. The door is shut. Latched. Claustrophobic. Open! I can’t scream. Tear this white sheet off my body- Listen beyond the silence. Labeled. All my forgotten qualities. Tagged. Know me. See me for who I am. Identify me. Keep me from fading away.
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