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Crush

The room is getting smaller, slowly but surely.

As the space decreases, my anxiety increases.

Every second, it shrinks a little more.

Smaller and smaller, shrinking

away until it crushes

me; turning

me into

dust

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Published: Mar 22, 2013
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