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The music at the party is pumping. All the teenagers are     jumping. But I only hear  my  heart  thumping. Alone   on the sofa and   slumping. Stewing in   solitude,   a dumpling. Starting to   disintegrate,   crumbling. I feel a disturbance,   a rumbling. I reach for my phone, I'm   fumbling, For a text, a call,        something, Anything to enhance   the    numbing. I rise from my perch,  stumbling  . I  collidewithsomepeople, they're grumbling. Now I'm    falling  out  the  door,   tumbling. People are laughing, tutting frowning. They see me on the ground, but I'm                                                                 drowning.
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Dumpling
The music at the party is pumping. All the teenagers are     jumping. But I only hear  my  heart  thumping. Alone   on the sofa and   slumping. Stewing in   solitude,   a dumpling. Starting to   disintegrate,   crumbling. I feel a disturbance,   a rumbling. I reach for my phone, I'm   fumbling, For a text, a call,        something, Anything to enhance   the    numbing. I rise from my perch,  stumbling  . I  collidewithsomepeople, they're grumbling. Now I'm    falling  out  the  door,   tumbling. People are laughing, tutting frowning. They see me on the ground, but I'm                                                                 drowning.
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Blanca
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Blanca
21/M/London, England
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
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