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The Smell of Bleach

Dear Delyara, I hate the smell of hospitals. It’s the smell of fear and cold linoleum floors. I’m writing this because I need to remember that there is a world outside that smells like rain and cut grass and lavender. I am trapped in this room for now, but my mind is already outside, walking in the woods.

Anonymous