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Stop.

Breathe.

Close your eyes.

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It simmers,
bubbles,
curdles,
an invisible yet potent cauldron
of fleeting thoughts
and glimpses
into dreams you wish you
never had.

.

Feel it
coil
like a viper
to strike you where it knows you hide
your weakest parts -
your softest shell -
your cracked smile.

.

See it fall -

shatter -

rip

like delicate lace,
until all that's left is the feeling of

loss
and silence,

as it takes from you the peace you fought for,

clung to,
feared to lose.

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The eyes remain

locked
on
you,

always ready to
catch the moments you slip up,
wanting to see what lies
beneath,
curious and hungry.

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Even the friendliest of touches is
too much,
too forward,
too close,
too -

everything.

.

Escape is impossible when surrounded,

tied by responsibilities and flimsy hopes
and clueless hearts who stumble into your life with good intentions
to pave the way to your singular
hell.

.

Try as you might,
your smile is fake,
meant to reassure but always feeling like it

falls

increasingly short.

.

How can you even tell if you have emotions?

What separates
reality

and

fantasy?

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If you were truly happy, how would you know?

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How would I know?

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