Lights, smoke, drugs, music.
Shuffling of feet, conversations droned out, gazing around.
Friends distant. Crowd alien. Smoke malodorous.
Pensive, contemplative, convicted and awoken.
WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS PLACE!
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!
GOD TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE!
Lights, smoke, drugs, music...
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