When the responsibilities of the real world start to duplicate, its suffocation that I
feel. I feel my brain swelling. I can see my vision become dazed. I can feel my connection with reality, flicker like a light bulb before it burst into shattered fragments.
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Poetic Gesture
PoetryI have a few things to get off my chest, so I'll use my poetry to do so.
Overwhelmed
When the responsibilities of the real world start to duplicate, its suffocation that I
feel. I feel my brain swelling. I can see my vision become dazed. I can feel my connection with reality, flicker like a light bulb before it burst into shattered fragments.