To fraternize with people was never my cup of tea. I lay on the bed. They had tied my hands and legs. The effect of tranquilizers was vanishing. Sweat dripped from my face and my body shivered. If only I could get that white powder which makes me drift to my never land where I am not a social threat, where I am not psychotic.
I wonder how was world outside the rehab doing but they won’t let me go outside the gates and see for myself. So I closed my eyes and tried dozing off again.
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