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Jolted awake, Is that banging in my ears inside my head, or out? It's at the door, banging so hard and fast. I stride through the darkness to my sister's room. A hand on her shoulder and her name. It does not wake her. Panic builds and the banging, it's inside and out. She won't wake up, please. Empty Nitrous Oxide and spirit bottles litter my sight. Please, wake up. Please, before our door caves in.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
Caving In
Jolted awake, Is that banging in my ears inside my head, or out? It's at the door, banging so hard and fast. I stride through the darkness to my sister's room. A hand on her shoulder and her name. It does not wake her. Panic builds and the banging, it's inside and out. She won't wake up, please. Empty Nitrous Oxide and spirit bottles litter my sight. Please, wake up. Please, before our door caves in.
lukoje
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
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