The muffled sounds from the television fade through the layers of carpet and wood above my head. It seems like its always on, taking up the silence, passing the moment, and filling my head so I dont have to think. It becomes harder and harder to distract myself from the ever glowing cathode ray distraction, escaping the numbing escapism. I havent left the house all day, not even to stand outside, it makes my brain twitch
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