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Eyes that fall upon me- Their weight pushing me to the ground Eyes becoming steely hands, now tightening their grip around my neck. Stolen breath, I can't make a sound. I'm here for my appointment; yet, nowhere am I found.
I've been searching for a long time For myself in the darkness Searching for the right words to chime In order to feel that sweet caress The caress that is self discovery
it's early. my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.