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People were everywhere, no one could really move in the crowd. They all just stood there awkwardly and acting like the room wasn't all muggy and hot, acting as if each person wasn't being touched by ten other bodies at once.
I just sat there as music roared through me, each lyric completely inaudible, every pump of bass changing my heartbeat. Smoke filled the air from the weed, grape flavoring filling my body with every inhale. I knew the consequences, but I didn't care. I mean, what's the point? We all die eventually, so why not now?
We all just commit suicide. It's no wonder suicide rates have significantly increased over the past few months. I guess scientists finally figured out that everything we do - just simply breathing - is just us attempting to end it all, without even really knowing it.
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-key
