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    The document describes the experience of attending a crowded concert. It discusses feeling uncomfortable with large groups and crowds but enjoying the concert once it begins. The music transports the narrator and allows them to forget their anxieties, if only temporarily, before returning to solitude once the crowd disperses after the show.

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    Crowds

    Tyler Williamson

    My ticket scanned, must be real. Beer? Only $12?


    Group pictures make me uncomfortable. So do crowds.
    Twenty thousand acid trippers run through my vision in peaceful chaos.
    Seats are good. No babies around, means I can smoke.

    And if there were a young child in my vicinity…


    does their mother really expect this crowd not to smoke? Get real.

    Before the sun has a chance to hide its face the lights aim towards the heavens.
    Endless beams. Litter the dusk sky. The sun fades.
    So does my focus. With my focus, falls my ego.

    Death is near. May I live before I am no longer young?

    The band moves with the wind the sound, carried by the breeze.
    My eyes are technicolor in darkness. Sound packs the mind like a crowded subway car

    Sweaty. Confused and anxious.


    The screaming guitar brings me back from a daze of memory of the people I love.

    The car empties the lights dim.


    Swallowed by the crowd, I find myself alone in the world.

    I’m finally comfortable.

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