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Pacing slowly across my bedroom door, I do not smile or frown. Wandering around my cold apartment floor, with very little sound. The cars outside are loud enough to pull me back inside, but I want to wonder, through my mind inhibitions be out of sight. In the realm I call my own, I can contain my life. Fit it neatly inside a plastic box, unlabeled. All the nitty gritty details, through which the blue water flows, are damp with emotions I cannot seem to hold. Slippery and wet, they ruin all the rest, and the memories of time are no longer perceptible, to me or my kind.