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drifting..
drifting... oh so slowly drifting
at breakneck speeds, backwards
spiraling in a straight line, my mind
locked inside this coffin
this coffin of skin and bones
this life form of smiles
masquerading as human
when everything is as alien
as the morning sun at midnight
whether this sickness lasts
i'm not concered, don't really care
because i'm so invisible, dying
dying to be seen.
