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I’m feeling vacant Reacting slightly Rebooting nightly Dusting my soft-furnished ache My false replacement Will keep the lights on But when the flight’s gone There’s still this freeze on my plate Drained relaxation Buffs out the corners Streets full of mourners Head full of nothing but void No graduation From sight to warning And in the mourning Those thoughts I need to avoid Those days are over I thank the skies, dear I’ll cry my eyes clear And scream my passages dry Then breathing slower --without surrender I might remember If I give it a try Calm the fighter Warm the freezer Still the flighter Sleep the pleaser Turn the lights down Slight the caution Pause the countdown Tension soften Those days are over Now breathing slower I might remember If I give it a try
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn
I’m feeling vacant Reacting slightly Rebooting nightly Dusting my soft-furnished ache My false replacement Will keep the lights on But when the flight’s gone There’s still this freeze on my plate Drained relaxation Buffs out the corners Streets full of mourners Head full of nothing but void No graduation From sight to warning And in the mourning Those thoughts I need to avoid Those days are over I thank the skies, dear I’ll cry my eyes clear And scream my passages dry Then breathing slower --without surrender I might remember If I give it a try Calm the fighter Warm the freezer Still the flighter Sleep the pleaser Turn the lights down Slight the caution Pause the countdown Tension soften Those days are over Now breathing slower I might remember If I give it a try
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
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