

Of Four WallsWithin these four walls I was born. I was never raised. I was never loved.Of Four Walls
I simply began to exist, and continued to exist. I had no parents. No siblings. Only eyes.
Tiny black eyes watching me from every surface, never blinking. They followed me as I moved from one space to another space within my confines.
I was once a short little child, with no arms or legs. The time passed, and I grew longer.
There is no exit. My food comes to me when I sleep. Every time I wake up, without fail, I would find a substance that my nostrils would find endearing, and fit for my stomach to digest. The slime c
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