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I call my parents
to get me out of this place, this snake pit, (I like to read books about places I've been), but all they say is there's nothing I can do. Why did they take me here . Couldn't they see I don't need this. And the one who victimizies me does. My roomate gets dressed. I'm waiting for breakfast. It seems so long from now. I've been up all night nowand time is slowing down. The last time I was here I had funand met people like me I'd like to know on the outside. People are colder. That's the reason I'm in here now.
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