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Colder
One more to save is never too much.
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LULLING one to sleep must have been the most underrated things in my life because I have never been fully-aware of when I actually drooped to oblivion and forget that I am incarcerated in a musty sweat-and-tears-damp cell along with almost forty-fifty people.
No matter how I pushed the memories of when I tried so hard to ignore that my father used to place me inside a sensory deprivation tank whenever people come to visit our house, the sound of growling dogs nearby when I fluttered my eyes open just brought me back to the dark and cold chamber of supposed numbness.
Oh, the days I had to imagine seeing pretty lights against the musou darkness over me has long left and this is what I get.
Two Rottweilers bared their teeth and f
