Help

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The wind was blowing outside. I could hear it, but I wasn't allowed to feel it. I could hear the leaves chuckle outside, voices screaming with enjoyment, but I couldn't feel it.

I don't remember what it feels like in the air.
I don't remember what it feels to have friends.
I don't remember what it feels to be free.

I'm so attached to this place now. Meditating on the walls, the grey walls. That's one of the colours I have seen, except for red. Red, blood red.

My blood.