My shoes were soaked in the sewage, and I squatted down quietly, watching my shadow reflected vaguely in the black water. Tears flowed to the corner of my mouth. I stretched out my hand to wipe them away. They were cold, cold.
I have been locked up here for seven days.
They called me an idiot and I bit them with my teeth angrily. No, I'm not an idiot, I'm crazy, crazy.
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