The doors closes.
Scared from the noise.
Realization, no way out.
Locked up.
No fresh air.
Warmth in the tube.
Steel riding creature.
Stomach turns and twitches.
Getting hard to breathe.
No more smiling.
No relaxing muscles.
Breathe. Breathe.
No stress.
Nothing to fear.
Just breathe.
Only 13 minutes.
Only 13 minutes.
How unlucky.
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