Small confined area,
white-washed walls.
The toilet in the corner
spreads a rancid smell throughout the room.
The tiny little cubicle area
slowly enclosing you in the longer you stare.
Your mind completely haunting you as you do nothing except think, think, think.. constantly.
This place is disturbingly imaginary.
It all feels like a dream, yet soon as its over you realize how very existent it really is.

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