Chronics Narrative

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As I grew dizzier, I scanned the neverending hallway, watching it stretch into oblivion. The groups gathered in scattered clusters throughout the hall. Chronics, those who would be stuck in this town for the rest of their lives, wore forced smiles and the personalities of people they were not. Acutes were less frequent, they stayed hidden and quiet, hoping to remain unnoticed until their time here was done. The Acutes kept to themselves, but still hid behind a guise as harmful as that of the Chronics, masking any differences to their peers. Steadily balancing myself, I wandered the hall aimlessly, until stumbling upon my class. The fluorescent lights singed my eyes and charred them shut. Sitting, I listened to a record play to the class for
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