Hannah W. Memoir I stay in this room year after year the boring motions of my life rotate every minute I repeat everything each day while you divide my motions into twenty four hours at a time my dull red numbers control the year two minutes pass eight hours pass eternally my flashing numbers stay the same time moves in a circle my past is my present so here I remain my surroundings change and I stay the same a storm rages through the wires my screen goes blank finally something different
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