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blue bleeds into red red rushes into black

shapes smear into neon colors that follow me

a trickle of water crashes into crashing waves

a breeze on my skin strikes shocks like s t a t i c electricity

hieroglyphics dash across my field of vision

the tv is on, yet the picture isn’t clear

words tangle and knot softness scratches

it’s all too sharp, too loud, too much

i’m crashing

the world is too thick i can’t think; i can’t breathe

the world wasn’t made for me

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