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Dec 2021
i hate social interaction with a burning passion.
the lights, camera, action!
the crying inside but laughing.
the talking, asking.
wearing me down.
seconds from crashing.
the holding together when cracking.
the losing air, the gasping.
the bombs, the blasting.
the “i’m gonna die” contrasting.
the almost ending but lasting.
the social interaction.
I thought of this while walking through crowded school hallways
It stresses me out.

I understand everyone who is struggling with social anxiety.
I’m here for you.
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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