I feel failure
Pulsing through me,
Moving eyes and head and fingers and arms,
Which I’ve abandoned
To be inward, to be
Somewhere other than reality
Because reality is too real
Too real for me
While I can be
A coward
Inward
Instead
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I feel failure
Pulsing through me,
Moving eyes and head and fingers and arms,
Which I’ve abandoned
To be inward, to be
Somewhere other than reality
Because reality is too real
Too real for me
While I can be
A coward
Inward
Instead