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Spining

Its like I’m wrapped in plastic,
Sticking on every surface I touch,
Not enough space,
Mind spining,
I just wish I could calm down.
Be able to close my eyes and breathe,
But all I feel is constant pushing.
My skin is beyond clammy,
Sticky with restlessness.
Rocking on sharp tips,
A rope yanking me back,
My insides constricting.

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