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The door in front of you was a pitch black. It had always been. Black and in hard steel making your many attempts to escape failures. That door was the only thing that kept you from the real world, yet the real world had never felt more far away.

They couldn't keep you here forever, even though you were more than sure that you'd already spent an eternity in this dark, cold room.

As long as you didn't let them get to you, you would survive. That, you were sure of. As long as you didn't let yourself be controlled you would stay sane.

They couldn't control you. You were still sane.

Freak. Monster.

These words didn't get to you. You were human, just like them. Maybe just a little different.

As long as you believed there was hope. That was all you had to do. Believe.


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