Solitary
In the face of utter despair that goes with solitary confinement, tiny red ants are the only sign of hope
Focus. I pull my thoughts back from the edge of the abyss. You have to keep your mind on a short leash in this place—that is, you must rein it in when you feel it slipping, or risk losing it altogether. Strange things happen to minds here. Weak minds break ...
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