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Walls. She didn't know why she was there. The dull, gray walls, the blinking of the ceiling lights. Hearing the delirious laughter of the other patients after they received their nightly medication was nauseating as she wandered down the the corridor, walking past locked doors and rooms full of horrors. She couldn't remember her name. She lost track of what day it was, what time it was, what year it was. She doesn't remember what it was like to be in fresh air, suffocated by the gray walls day after day. She heard the groans and screams of other patients, ignoring them until she heard a cry that seemed to be in the walls. She pressed up her ear against the cold gray wall, the voice getting louder.
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"Help me, dear one," the voice said, "and you shall be freed".
The voice began again, "Don't you want to be apart of the world again?"
The woman stared at the wall again. Could this really be her ticket to freedom? Did she want to escape this sheltered life sh