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This atmosphere, is cold. I can't really hear myself. People wouldn't want me to talk. They laugh obnoxiously, it ruins my concentration. I know they're laughing. All I hear is distorted words. I think I'm d r o w n i n g
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Bubble.
This atmosphere, is cold. I can't really hear myself. People wouldn't want me to talk. They laugh obnoxiously, it ruins my concentration. I know they're laughing. All I hear is distorted words. I think I'm d r o w n i n g
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
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