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It feels like I'm at the top of the mountain, Unable to breathe again. My body says it's cold, Trembling uncontrolled. I can't look at you, I can't remember. What was I saying again? Oh right, I'm not in Antarctica. But why does it feel like it? Where exactly am I? It must be Antarctica. I feel like passing out, I need to get down the mountain. I feel like I'm dying. The air must be thin, It must be -29°C, I must be dying in the cold. That's why I can't breathe, That's why I'm trembling, That's why I feel this way, I must be in Antarctica.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 5:46 AM UTC
Antarctica
It feels like I'm at the top of the mountain, Unable to breathe again. My body says it's cold, Trembling uncontrolled. I can't look at you, I can't remember. What was I saying again? Oh right, I'm not in Antarctica. But why does it feel like it? Where exactly am I? It must be Antarctica. I feel like passing out, I need to get down the mountain. I feel like I'm dying. The air must be thin, It must be -29°C, I must be dying in the cold. That's why I can't breathe, That's why I'm trembling, That's why I feel this way, I must be in Antarctica.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 5:46 AM UTC
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