it's as if
i am fluent
in a dead language
buried in dust,
lost in space.
and everyone
is thinks they
have the hardship...
so i'm dismissed
and i float
into other rooms
and try to teach
myself
what everyone else
is regurgitating
onto each other
i repeat the words
that i simply can't and
don't
comprehend or
understand.
over and over and over
until my head screams
and i can't breathe.
why?
DU LIEST GERADE
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