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May 2014
Loud music is playing in the bus. People talking and laughing. Are they talking about me. Laughing at me. ****. I start to panic. My heart is racing. It's time to face it. The voices inside my head are fighting. I black out. Face down. **Snap.
Written: May 22. - 2014
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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