Confined Living Spaces

Author: Ariah Oak

I packed my bags up with the essentials: A toothbrush my glasses an old ratty t-shirt a pair of worn out sneakers (not that I'd be needing them).

But as soon as the (oddly) warm air hit my flushed face, I knew I wasn't leaving.

I was still stuck in the wheel chair.

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