Post a picture and then role play.
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Anya sighed and looked around. She had been a patient for too long. She had been in an asylum for almost her whole life, seventeen years to be exact. She sighed once more and looked at the barred window. She pulled her knees up to her chest and felt the cheap fiber that her pants were made of. She sighed and closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to not be in the asylum.