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An everyday occurrence for me.

This is where your days take you.
The neon sign of the building in front of you is by no means welcoming. Its meaning contains caution and urgency. As if warning you before you enter to tread carefully. You may not come out. This is where you have ruthless, one-sided conversations with persons in uniform. Occasionally a vicious statement will leave your mouth and injure the one dearest to you. You could walk back out the way you came a changed individual - or collection of individuals depending on your identity. Ah, but, there's a chance you won't come back at all. I mentioned that, didn't I? Sure, you could come back imperfectly intact. Or changed, or possessed, or not even there at all. Your body could auto pilot for the rest of your years and you would shrink ever further into the recesses of your subconscious. Its an unknowing battle every time you find yourself here. In front of those ominously huge red letters.