Laughter
Their laughter exists outside of me.
As they laugh, it is like water being splashed at me.
But the water has neither warmth nor coolness.
They are simply mean.
But I am worse,
I am anxious and that makes me a horrible person.
Their laughter becomes maniacal in my dreams,
But is still dull compared to the implosion of self worth from within.
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