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A spiral of thoughts invaded my head as my heartbeat rose with every breath. My brain pounded with questions. Where could it be? Has someone taken it, oh my god, my inner voice cried. The plethora of unfamiliar faces mixed with familiar ones engulfed me as I felt each of the creamy-white walls of the room close in. The salty taste of my tears immersed me as the lump in my throat enlarged, the blood rushing to my cheeks as the blood rushed to my tear-smeared face. I knew what was to befall me if what I thought had happened had, in fact, happened. I was dead, squashed meat.

The deafening thumps of the EDM music pulsated through my veins as my eyes travelled left and right, trying to ignore the beats wavily bouncing flashes of blue and pink.

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