Underneath
the insides of me feel like they are forging
clawing at the internal sides of my rib cage
frantic panics hidden under the layers of sensibility
i am too practical
too logical
my craze is heavy, sinking far below
that can only be seen when one catches the small glimpse
of external internal screams hanging on the tips of my eyelashes
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