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Mind clouds

My brain is clouded.

I can't think, the fluff is pressing against my skull.

My chest is heavy,

I can't move, the weight is pressing down on me.

My lungs are bursting,

I can't breathe anymore, the air is filling my existence.

My limbs are numb,

Are they even there? I can't get them to move.

My heart is shrinking,

I think I'll go back to sleep.

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