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As I write this, I sit naked in my tension in a 4X4 room made of walls of pressure fingers jittered, tapping their rhythms on the air with tears battering the fretboard until the Twelfth of Never that song played its sorrows on my day on repeat directly on my chest for what felt like forever I want out. . . I want air. . . I want. . . whatever that last coffee probably didn't help now i'm shaking…