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Personal Narrative: The LSD Tablets

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I shrank back-but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward at length, for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I had begged God for mercy, tears running down my face. I could feel the heat radiating on my back and face, the tears drying almost instantly from the barren heat. This truly was a God-forsaken place. The LSD tablet they had given me finally kicked in, as i started hallucinating. What I had seen was not of this earth, but at the same time I had realized it was only part of my brain as well. I felt the wall again, inching closer and closer to my body as the grinding sound of metal and stone ripped through my ears like a captain’s saber. It pressed on my back, and

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