panic

Jesus christ, I can't fucking think straight for one minute, being confined into this room under the constant scrutiny of paternal forces... Fuck! I had so much to write about, so much on my fucking mind..

It will melt away now, as I'm grinding my teeth in pure desperation.

Two minutes, that's the most time I've had to myself..

Temple of solitude, where are you

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