The great escape, sequence 32

As though I’d find that golden key, escaping from the corridors of my mind at 2:44 in the morning. Instead, revisiting familiar, forgotten rooms; the shelves that hide my adolescence beneath dimly lit incandescence remain solid. Unmoved from where they vowed to hold ground in me. I just want to find that ledge again, but …

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