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Mind the gap, that's where dark things happen. Mind the gap, that's where strange things lurk. Mind the gap, don't fall in.

Dysphoria

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by _inklings_

by _inklings_

dysphoria
enters my body,
enters my systems

systole :

my heart beats with melancholy

diastole :

dolor courses through my veins

inhale:

negativity fills my lungs

exhale:

all positivity leaves me

digest:

i take people's judgements as food for thought

assimilation:

i turn them into insecurities