Bursts of raw emotion
Like corrupted data
Whirl around my mind
Like a swarm of flies
Subtle changes to my psyche
Paranoia fuels my fugue
Everyone can see
No one is looking
I reach out for help
My body doesn’t move
Senses overloaded
Screaming
Crying
I don’t understand
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