The madness in the house reaches its epitome, as I feel detached from my body again, shackles sealing me against it. It seems I'm just an animal after all. The thought grows in my head. I reach down, grab my exposed part, and pull it back and forth, over and over again. My mind is free. My mind is.. locked. I start to howl and yell, and the house rejoices and moans adjacent to me. Tears turn into music to my ears, cries into melody. The house becomes a divine orchestra and I, the conductor.
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