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when thinking becomes such a pain
ive never thought i would feel that way
when words become a clanging cymbal
each a real sound yet each meaningless
too loud too much to comprehend
the nagging feeling of anxiety
the front
the baseless anger
the emotions
the detachment


lost.

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