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Maybe I wasn‘t an ottoman, but I had transformed in that basement too. It was like there had been an earthquake inside of me, like I had been hollowed by it, and now I was left to live in the ruins. Who could ever really understand but them? Tonight I will go back home, and they will be there, talking, telling me over and over about how they lived and how they died. Mostly how they died. I will never get to tell them my story, because it‘s ⬇️