You chose to continue feeling sorry for yourself in a puddle of what is likely your own waste…

Your back is getting wetter by the second as the once warm puddle of your own (and possibly others’) waste starts to cool down. You wonder why you’re wearing a jumpsuit, a thought that is quickly extinguished by how absolutely terrible you smell. You begin to realize that feeling sorry for yourself at this point is actually quite frivolous, but the moment of reflection and meditation is actually quite peaceful compared to what you think might be waiting for you when you finally decide to get up.

You choose to…

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