acceleration
trying to write -- lacking all cohesion,
making no sense
so anxious
so nervous
things are not in my hands
anymore
all ends are tangled
objects in the horizon all covered in mist
faster, faster
it all accelerates
I've closed my eyes and breathe very lightly
for the next 6 weeks, I fear
making no sense
so anxious
so nervous
things are not in my hands
anymore
all ends are tangled
objects in the horizon all covered in mist
faster, faster
it all accelerates
I've closed my eyes and breathe very lightly
for the next 6 weeks, I fear
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