Escape

One minute.
I need to get out,
away from this place.
Air.

Don't panic.
It's not that long to go now,
you'll be alright.
Wait.

Restless now.
The bell will come soon,
then you'll be free.
Hate.

I hate it:
being locked up inside,
too many people in
one small room,
cramped for air.
Help.

Hurry up.
I need out.
I need air.
I hate this.

Silence.

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