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I feel weights in my chest when I walk among people, their eyes dig into the mind and I touch the anxiety as if it were flesh. I'm lost in this city damned telepathy, glances without dancing Even when I'm alone I feel like dust. the words do not come out, chained they don't know how to untie themselves like full but absent veins.
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