Drain of thought

There’s a flood in my mind, incoherent, desperate to be heard, unvoiced because I flinch from the exchange of glances signifying that I’ve marred the illusion of normalcy they would maintain, unvoiced because I cannot express discontent when others do not feel it, unvoiced because I would not weigh down the atmosphere around those I care about, those I guard from afar, those who I give for without receiving in return, slowly settling, then I pull a

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