Writing of Feelings.The blinding light fades as my eyes focus on the area in front of me. I stare until I realize it's the tile, mocking me as I gasp for air. I cough and sputter before finally standing and swaying, looking around the white room. It seemed vague and familiar, but for some reason, the light called to me. I wanted it. The warmth and almost pure happiness seemed to taunt me.More Like This
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