This old head
rush is familiar like hospital beds.
I welcome you
like loneliness.
When you take me
by the skin
and drag me into
faceless crowds.
No one has eyes
yet I fear
their gaze
and my body
tries to hide and my voice
holds no weight.
My mind sounds
like a jailbreak,
and all I can
hear is ‘run’.
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