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Claustrophobia (Completed)

RaisedWithFangs

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Reads 2,833
Votes 97
Parts 29
Time 1h 6m

RaisedWithFangs

Mature

Claustrophobia is the fear of enclosed, or small spaces. Me? Well, I was hit with the full force of it. After an incident when I was young, I hadnt ever been the same. But physcologically, as I grew I should've out-grown my fear, so why does it seem to be as strong as ever? Maybe the problem isnt all Physcological, maybe, just maybe, its Physical too. Maybe the annoying Erik can help.All Rights Reserved

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