Walls and walls of concrete surrounds me. I walk round and round in this concrete maze, my pace is slowing almost to a stop. I know I need to get out of here. Perhaps I even know the way out. Like in a deep slumber, an eventful nightmare, all it takes is to will the eyes open, to snap out of it. But I am still here. Still pacing around. Willingly around.

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