I just stood there, leaning up against the row of washing machines parallel to the ones containing my dirty laundry. I tried to listen to music, but for whatever reason, my iPod refused to play. I was stuck; forced to listen to the constant whir of the machines while my eyes followed the rhythmic pattern of the clothes.
I just watched, eyes focused, still and intent. It reminded me of what seemed to be my life at the time. No matter how much movement there was, it was going nowhere.
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