(in my head)

I want to...

but stop

I need to...

but what's the point

I think...

but who cares anyway

I jibber, jabber

like some kind of

stuck staccato

stuttering simpatico

I don't feel the same

as the vocal majority

when corners surround me

and my lungs struggle to do the bare minimum

it becomes a running joke, a visual, visceral reminder

of my crisis

I am the punchline that no one wants to give

(in my head)

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