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the walls heave deep and frantic each exhale shrinks space tightens air closer still until I am n o t h i n g .
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Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
the walls are closing in
the walls heave deep and frantic each exhale shrinks space tightens air closer still until I am n o t h i n g .
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Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
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