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hyperaware of every movement and sound pencil scratching paper turns to metal on glass voices to piercing needles footsteps to a sledgehammer light feels blinding burning like the sun the brush of a fingertip tears into me like barbwire internally screaming but making sound hurts shaking so hard you'd think I'm freezing please stop talking please stop moving please turn the lights off but I cannot express these requests
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
Overstimulation
hyperaware of every movement and sound pencil scratching paper turns to metal on glass voices to piercing needles footsteps to a sledgehammer light feels blinding burning like the sun the brush of a fingertip tears into me like barbwire internally screaming but making sound hurts shaking so hard you'd think I'm freezing please stop talking please stop moving please turn the lights off but I cannot express these requests
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
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