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11 | Wary

My ears... I want to rip them off and set them aside, just to escape the shrill noise clawing its way through my skull. My hands won't stay still; they fidget restlessly, tapping on my arms like they're trying to anchor me to reality. No one looks at me. No one asks if I'm okay. Not even a glance of concern. So this is what it feels like... to disappear while still standing.

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