With this many different bodies seemingly pressed from all sides upon the claustrophobic limit of space that I can barely hold onto long enough to keep perfectly fearless of my personal monsters, I have been forced to (with an inhuman quickness) compose this absurdly short and irrational stroke of prose poetry before they notice and ask questions and my gates break down long enough for the terror to rush in and I finally lose it.
Thanks for creating that awful feeling in me.
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