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do you feel me
it's a jumpscare, whiplash on the regular
emergency stop, something crosses my eyeline
and I am reeling, covered in dust - in shock
but I can't identify or explain it
crash - I am so so sorry
on those breezy days, I have to be alert
for the snap
I feel like I open doors to other plains
oh some of them hold such a beautiful me
then I am ejected into abject fear
surely there is no need, I breezed through a day
the everyones saw me, they interacted with that normality
if only there was something to hold me there
in too good to be true sanguine positivity
how it tingles on my skin like I'm made of magic
not behind the wheel but just a composite of memories
wisping and occasionally getting in your lungs
you can feel me, I am/was, but I am no longer
does that explain it? I am all for the happy days
simply catching the breeze, to rise up, then fall
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