She lays down. the feeling of the carpet is soft, comfortable. A blank look in her eye. All is quiet. All is still, unmoving. At least in the physical world. In her mind, her thoughts race, her heart pounds in her chest. Her body shakes, her mouth opens as a loud scream falls from deep within her. As if her heart is burning from the inside. Then, all is quiet. All is still, unmoving. All is calm in the world outside of hers.
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