#0022. I cannot stand this world. Every moment in it is like agony. The pressure of the world above pushes down on me until I feel my spine snap. I am alien, here. Alone. The prisoners around me are in a daze. I feel so empty. I feel so isolated. They are moving with purpose, like clockwork toys. But I know they are liars and cheats. I want this to be over so badly.
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