Like.

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Like the tendrils of smoke wafting between my synapses
that come back time and
time again.

Like a suddenly beating heart and panic and the need to flee
that WAKES ME THE FUCK UP,
sweating, needing…

Like the evil lie that wakes me some mornings with a start
that I KNOW ABSOLUTELY IS
THE ONLY TRUTH.

Like the unrelenting packs of jackals nipping at my reality
that will never stop
pursuing me.

Like the cold contorted demon of my formative years
that lives inside me
implicitly.

Like all of that, here I exist…

 

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