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Too many bodies Strange arms and hands Too close, too close I can’t hear my thoughts Through that constant noise I can’t see over the shoulders I can’t see through the gaps I’m being pushed All sides closing in I’m moving against my will Swept along in a sea of flesh When will it stop When will I get out I can’t hear I can’t see I can’t breathe The crowd doesn’t allow escape.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
Crowd
Too many bodies Strange arms and hands Too close, too close I can’t hear my thoughts Through that constant noise I can’t see over the shoulders I can’t see through the gaps I’m being pushed All sides closing in I’m moving against my will Swept along in a sea of flesh When will it stop When will I get out I can’t hear I can’t see I can’t breathe The crowd doesn’t allow escape.
#claustrophobic#crowd#strangers#stuck#afraid#escape
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20/FTM/lost somewhere
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
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