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They've never been trapped there. Where it feels like your veins are shifting beneath your skin. (Inside your bones.)
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its so pretty but its not real??? ▟ ▟▗▙▗
it's a room, close your eyes and imagine your 'dream home', squeezing tightly between dozens of stacked mattresses, while you search for your poodle, playing hide-and-seek between the sweaty fabrics! ▝▞▜▟ ▟▗▙▗ ▚
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▚▚ ▛▙▚▞ ▜▝▙▖ oh... fun!!!
▝▟ ▛▟▟▜ ▝▜▟ strangers ▟▟▜ ▝▜▟ they'll let you have fun! ▝▖▗▜ ▝
▟▛▙▟ and it ▝▜▟▟▞▝▜ ▚▗▚▗▟▟ doesn't hurt ▜
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Gasping upon the floor, she found her own breaths catching up in sympathy. Her teeth each held a small cathedral inside...and each of these churches was at war with the other. She'd never been the social sort. To look at all those "cool kids" online...to imagine that chem-fueled haze...to imagine how it must have felt...that was as close as she always felt she might be. She'd heard the beetle metaphor, of course. She'd even imagined swallowing that little insect. Such daydreams had given her no insight. Her eyes were almost blue and when she walked into the room, she gasped. It lay there crying on the floor. And suddenly, she understood.
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