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I stand on this bleak concrete.

My spine does not hold me.

I feel like I’m sinking in.

Gravity is not gravity.

It is claustrophobia.

This social atmosphere is enclosing.

My weight can no longer hold me.

I am weak.

I can see the luminescence from afar

Yet it fades.

Everything seems so distant.

Remote.

And when I am in an atmosphere that I like

I want to get out.

Stay away.

Be isolated.

There’s no one to relate to.



S.O.S.