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Like the colors of each season, my brain alters to adapt
This chaotic landscape doesn't permit me to react.. in time to save my disordered mind
All I can do is inhale the vibrance of each shade from red dirt to green shrubbery...until I find what calms the nerves enough to progress forward and watch my breathing slow
Now I can observe the colors clearer and keep them from mixing together
But before I know it comes the blinding white snow.
and what have I to show for the time elapsed between the fading yellow and oranges into green and blues into white and gray?
Very little until I learn to harness this crippling anxiety.
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