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Jan 2018
Sounds are so much brighter
Everything looks amplified
And memories are shadier
I cant tell whats real or not
If im even high at all
or just high all the time
im scared but connected
all at once my mind opens
only to close any chance I get.
My mind clings to what
It deems real.
Is real where I was before
Or a place ive yet to have.
I jump head first
Hoping the landing is sublime
Realness, a cave opening, open
To a world lost, taken from us.
From me, and the rest if me.
Written by
Michaela Trumble  24/F/Orange County CA
(24/F/Orange County CA)   
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