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A student hunched over a Macbook Pro gone mad with overachievement, 
Typed away at a fifty-page essay with aid from sleep's bereavement. 

As his fingers stroked the keypad's letters with pace and fine finesse,
The clock struck midnight when his stressing brain had asked for rest. 

"I must finish," he said to the self trapped inside his aching tired body,
So he popped his prescribed Adderall and brewed twelve cups of coffee. 

Then, his two fellow suitemates had returned from the school's library, 
Whose brutalist folding shapen stone held tomes for the literary. 

It was a university named after Jonas Clark, where Sigmund Freud had given lectures,
On his first and only trip to America: the failed experiment, according to his own conjecture.

The boy was a psychology and political science student who blended these two fields,
In his work to describe how his government affects the mind, which his paper would reveal.

Then, as the stimulant pills and beverages began to awaken his mind,
Something began stirring in the lights strung in the corner of his eyes.

They were Christmas lights, though colored orange and purple,
And wrapped around the square room in a luminescent circle. 

The boy heard a sudden buzzing sound shocking him like bee,
When he looked he saw what seemed to be a giant flying flea.

It was hiding in the lucent trickles of lights that splashed upon the walls,
And making an electric voltaic sound which scared the boy who ran into the hall.

As the boy shut the door in stupefied horror of the bug inside his dorm,
His body began to tighten and tense while his hands glown red with warmth.

He looked up and could feel the fluorescent lights shaking on his skin,
As if each of the photon's strands were tiny shooting needles and pins.

His brain began to beat as if it were to burst through his furrowed brow,
As its very own waves began to blur the vision his eyes would not allow.

Darkness melted over his sight like chocolate atop a marbled cake,
As the boy's mind pushed him into a dream while his body had been awake.

A nightmare had melded with reality from the overstimulated boy,
Whose mind had trapped him in a terror and played with him like a toy.
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