Panic
its impossible to imagine a color you haven't seen I can't call my mother because she makes me panic when I say I'm crying what I mean is that I want to cry but can't instead of dying the jellyfish simply ceases to move glass moves like any other liquid but slower sex is another way of communicating with your body like self harm or sign language I complete five tasks a day because it stops the panic trucks are downshifting on main Street most of what I do is to stop the panic I never cried about things inside my head because they all seem so far away air is partially composed of cyanide napalm is just gasoline and plastic I am just carbon and bad timing, if I were someone else I think I'd still be mentally ill. It's impossible to imagine a color you haven't seen.
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