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Metanoia Paranoia
You know those days when you feel hyper sensitive
and everything that goes consecutively wrong feels like a super negative
when your angel turns to say, having taken on the interrogative
“Believe me, no-one’s looking at you for any more seconds than their attention can handle; life is all just relative.”

But, despite ruling out all other than myself
I walk into a room, struggle to identify and navigate to
a safe place
no matter how hard I try to rationalise
take breathing exercises and ground
still it seems, the animals and insects all around
really do stare just the same as all the sapiens do too