Seven Days in the House

Repeated over two years, 104 weeks. It is one week that I got, this repeated week. A reward for being a victim who survived authority and succeeded in escaping, but entered an endless cycle of repeated days.

But there are big attempts to change, like moving from the bed to the sofa, from the sofa to the floor, and finding important subjects to focus on, like a small cramp between my little toe and the toe next to it.

A painful memory that I reread seven times; once it is funny, once tragic, once it makes me want to dance, once it becomes a useless curse, once a great lesson in life, once a heroic story, and once an invisible life event.

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