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#1 Cat poop is toxic to sea otters.
Can't you see me crying? Can't you see I'm dying? Straining to reach where you are Straining to be all that we were
The new room was a copy of the one I woke up in. The only difference was that in the center of the room there was a few somethings sitting around a small table. Curious, I walked closer. As I neared the group, I could tell that the somethin…
Nothing. That's what I feel. Black? White? I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to get out. Nothing is boring. Nothing is strange. I hate it. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let. Me. Out.' Nothing. 'LET ME OUT!' Something.…