Airplane mode

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My brain is unsettled
I need a rest from this cruel world
Which causes dismay
To my body and soul

I need a sturdy closed wall
Where I can scuttle
From the voices
Of nefarious beings

I need a moment
To grasp my air
talk to my soul
And discover inner peace

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