eye of the hurricane

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internally i'm silent

i can sense the sound

as it buzzes around me

but i am secluded

i can feel the breaths

of faded strangers

brushing past my skin

but  i am disconnected

there is a hurricane

swirling around my head

i can see it

in the corner of my eye

but i'm in my fishbowl

staring at the world

through the glass

where nothing can touch me

and i fear

nothing ever will

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