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| '''SCRIPT'''
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| '''TEXT – PHRASES'''
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| You are completely alone
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| Overwhelming feeling
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| Highlight of the day
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| Reaching out
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| Consolation
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| Feeling the Connection
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| Fear and reality
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| Monotony
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| body-image
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| window
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| fantasy
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| face to face
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| a dream lover, a phantom limb
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| fantasy rarely matches reality
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| perception
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| few movements, tightly controlled, closely observed
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| punishment
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| ‘separation
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| emotional damage
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| impulse
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| concentration and memory
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| impulse
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| deteriorating
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| caged rather than confined
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| abandoned rather than alone
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| suffocated rather than isolated
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| lose control, break down, regress
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| seeking
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| manifesting in fantasy and hallucinations
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| delirium
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| the water rushes through the pipes- it’s too loud
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| you could hear every creaking
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| I mean dialogues, long dialogues
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| there were times when the darkness wasn’t dark.
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| I kind of knew I wasn’t dreaming
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| the walls are closing in on me
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| the [authorities] planted some kind of noise inside the light purposely
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| an imaginary voyage that would dispel the black ideas
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| dangerously blurred
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| left her body’ to ‘travel’ in the outside world.
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| really hard to come back
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| segregation
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| the bed and walls
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| voices and strange noises
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| not knowing at times whether you are in reality or fantasy
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| feeling cold
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| persistent thoughts
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| in the absence of sensation
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| prolonged solitude
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| The utter and monstrous boredom
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| idleness
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| to retain a hold on the senses,
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| with great exertions
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| stewing in nothingness
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| level of control
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| from apathy to aggression
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| totality of control
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| restraint
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| diverged after weeks
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| silent room
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