READ MY MIND

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i do not think,
everything around me
feels suffocating.
my brain feels soft,
wet and sloppy, a soggy mess.
i am no longer my own person,
i am defined by
every little
click clack of my keyboard.
my online persona
is no longer just a persona,
it's who i am.
i have no sense of identity
outside of the
world wide web—
and yet, i still feel like an individual
because i am suffocating
under the weight of
loneliness.