I hear a cracking inside me, my ribs are collapsing in on my lungs, which is why I can't breathe. I stumble down the hall, down antoher hall, down another hall, till I find my very own door and slip inside and throw the lock, not even bothering to turn on the lights, just falling falling a mile downhill to the botton of my brown chair, where I can sink my teeth into the soft white skin of my wrist and cry like the baby I am.
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