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Apr 2016
The room is getting smaller, I swear it is. I try to fit through the door, but I just can't squeeze through. Everything is shrinking or I'm getting bigger. I can't really decide which it is. I just know that everything is an inch closer than it was a few moments ago. I am fighting to keep hold on my sanity, but the walls are closing in on me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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