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>It feels like hours already
>The endless stretches of halls
>The smell of wet dirt & patches of mud
>The never ending repetition of doors that don't open
>Sometimes the halls turn to one side, then to the other
>They narow & widen, & the doors twist & bend with it
>But never seeming to have an end
>You can't remember how you got here to begin with
>It's not gonna be long before you start losing your mind