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Grey Dissociation
Grey Dissociation GREY - - You can barely SEE through the haze of the dissociative fog shrouded in heavy, BLACK, looming, doubt. GREY - - Listen to the SOUND of almost nothing, like you’re under the BLUE sea only hearing the waves that you’ve made with your existence. GREY - - You can only SMELL the GREEN tea that you let turn to room temperature. GREY - - The only thing that brings you back is the TASTE of the blazing RED hot sauce that burns you when you bring it to your lips. GREY - - The funny thing about dissociation is you can’t FEEL anything but the maddening PURPLE fog as if you’ve fallen down the rabbit hole. You get used to seeing the heavy black fog, So much that the sound of the rumbling blue sea of your mind sometimes goes silent. The normal things in life such as the smell of the green tea you made an hour ago, And the taste of the red chili hot sauce still on your lips, Don’t matter when you can’t feel anything but the maddening purple FOG. Katie Stone
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