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The light never seems to reach all four walls; every day it comes and touches all the walls except one. The light never reaches the door, always stopping right before it can touch. The looming metal door with locks all along the outside, keeping me inside and the others out. My claw marks raked down the middle and my blood pooled at the bottom. Every day, new scratch marks and fresh blood appear on that door. Every day I beg and plead for the light to reach that door.