I leave my quarters and walk down the corridor . The corridor warps and stretches , but I find myself at my destination anyway . The bedroom door swings open , inwards .
The door is a black hole I walk through .
The memory is snipped neatly . I do not remember anything inside the bedroom , only the door opening and the sound of it shutting behind me . The time loss is 84 minutes . But the tags remain .
< anger >< fear >< disgust >< shame >< helplessness >
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