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Stoicism 

Cold ceramic

lack of dopamine

Avoidance

Other people laughing, smiling

Pavement

I'm an insect that's convulsing in water

Drown me or put me to the side

for now I am waiting

Harmless, hesitant

The though of the air hitting my lungs

turns my stomach

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the twisting of the gut, the heart and the mind, when we feel like we don't fit in...this is a hard hitting piece...i read the next to last line as "the thought of the air"

right now i feel this stoicism and cold ceramic heart right now.

relatable...