4/2/20

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You wake up and your room is warm.
Everything feels safe and well, like before.
Reality doesn’t hit slowly, no, quickly.
Suddenly the whole room shifts and you realize why you are home.
And for once, this warm cozy room acts as a coffin.
Sealing you away from all that which you crave,
There is fear within this locked box,
A pacing identity of nervous energy,
That contains a strangulating horror,
That this may very well be the last thing you see,
A panic sets in and thoughts race through your head,
As you agonize over the idea that the world is in a crisis.
But then you are back in your room,
In the safety of your bed, utterly confused.
Because you are both safe and terrified at the same time.

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