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while mother was pulling me downstairs, thoughts zigzagged in my head. but the most prominent one at the time being,
how i hated the basement.
not because it was cold, damp, and dark.
not because once mother threw me in here, it could be days before she lets me out.
it was because there wasn't a window,
and without a window i couldn't see the sunset.
so i'd always be spending my time thinking of why you could be doing this,
and before i knew it a trillion years would go by before you let me out again.
and why a trillion years?
because a day to her felt like a trillion years to me.
my only company being sleep and the hundreds of questions left unanswered.
