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My life is a prison... It always was... For a while I didn't even know the reason for feeling this way... I just tried to live my life... But there was always this heavy feeling weighing on my chest... Always fearing the basements, fires and something invisible to my eyes... Or sometimes a dark shadow appeared which I could not recognize... Basement… All kind of toys to play with lying all around me inside this closed up place... Sometimes it was pleasant and sometimes terrifying... It felt like I did something wrong... Terribly wrong...