#0136. The archways crumble. The place crumbles. Quick breaths. I think of asphyxiation too much. I focus on my breathing. I relieve autopilot and take control of my lungs. Choking. Candy apple red nail polish. Bullet trains encircling the Earth. The Eye. I am so angry. I can just feel the blood in veins boil. I don't have a release. I am trapped.
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