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I sit in the floor. My knees hugging my chest. Everything masked by a thick fog. My body covered in a second skin. My head held under, My hair dripping, My mind buzzing. But all I hear is the sound... The sound of rushing water.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
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I sit in the floor. My knees hugging my chest. Everything masked by a thick fog. My body covered in a second skin. My head held under, My hair dripping, My mind buzzing. But all I hear is the sound... The sound of rushing water.
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We-are-all-infected
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
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