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Old 08-08-06, 10:41 AM   #1
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Prologue: How Does It Feel?
How does it feel to be trapped in a nightmare that you’re unable to leave? How does it feel to not know whether you’re having a nightmare or a flashback? How does it feel to have flashbacks you wish were only nightmares? How does it feel to be unable to escape?
How does it feel to hate yourself? How does it feel to be afraid of yourself? How does it feel to come up with a plan for suicide but be unable to carry it out because people are constantly watching you? How does it feel to mutilate your body?
How does it feel to dissociate and leave your body? How does it feel to lose everything in one rotation of the earth? How does it feel to be swept out of the only way of life you knew even though it was horrible? How does it feel to sweep your feelings under a rug and be haunted by unsaid things?
How does it feel to be locked up with a bunch of “lunatics
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Corners just seem so comforting. They are safe. Nothing can sneak up behind you. Nothing can come at you from either side. All you have to worry about is what is in front of you. It had been a long and hard day; what with being poked and prodded, and asked the same questions dozens of times. I stopped answering after a while. It didn’t matter; the decision had already been made. I was at Wildwood Psychiatric Institute. This corner was no different than the rest; just a sanctuary where wall meets wall. I curled up and buried my face in my knees. I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come.
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