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Cabin fever with seemingly nowhere to go. Lonely but don't know who to talk to. Dread going back to work but you've got to survive yet afraid of the repeated biohazard .
Want space and to relate yet in a irritable state. Aware but out of touch. Distractions and nervous ticks that itch. I don't want to twitch too much in this glitch.
Sometimes feels like life can crash if you make a wrong move. The culture and pressures continue to taunt you. I do no want them to haunt me in my head.
A time, a space for some grace. Relax, get juiced don't get caught up in the blues. Give yourself that fair pace and everything else get out of my face.
I get back to myself and the memory trace