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Invocation
01:40
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Now there is black fogginess and white noise
Bouts of misdirected anger, usually, tugged inwardly
Like I'm forgetting how to see but the process is paced slow and I'm aware of it
But barely
It's getting increasingly more difficult to make eye contact with human beings
Battered my flashbacks and their increasing regularity
Only partially in my body and during my brief returns I view a steady stream
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Seance
01:20
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Of particulate ascending away from a form that should be me
But I'm not sure of what it is
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Possession
02:20
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Days that I wake up and I can feel it coming on
I look down at the gradient and know that it is too steep for me to counteract my momentum
But I attempt to anyway
Sinew stretched from involuntary tensing
I contract into a whirling tunnel devoid of complexion
Dissociation, continual
And then I disappear and wake up in our room
I am shaking and cannot look at you
We talk about getting help but I haven't yet
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