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As I walk down the hallway to my door, I feel everything closing in.

A tunnel that feels like I need to run to the end to get out before it sucks me in and devours me whole.

I want to bang on the doors...scream for help.

I feel like the hallway is getting longer and longer…and longer.

I want to reach out but I know there’s nothing to grab.

The light I see at the end is nothing more than a glimmer.

This hallway is like my head…closing in.

This hallway is like my heart…empty.

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