As the room filled with people looking dispirited as if their souls were removed from their bodies. The b.o is so strong so much that I can't even bear it going through my nostrils. I hear various sounds, each sound keeps getting louder & louder. Coughing taken by the sick repeatedly. As the clock ticks, it ticks every second "tick tock tick tock" and as the musty smell turns my nose up as if I can't take it anymore. I feel the unspacious area and random legs on top of me. I feel uncomfortable and I feel the wooden planks when I lay down slowly, it gives me a pain in the neck and how uncomfortable I am just gets worse. The cold breeze from the cracked windows goes through the slim blankets that covers me and is trying so hard to keep me warm. Lamps that have been placed on top of crates lack brightness and I can't see well with my vision.
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