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I step off the Holden Caulfield curb
I’m floating sinking dying
my heart is racing
time has no meaning
I mean the seconds are not ticking
gravity has lost it’s pull
my reality is hyperventilating
nothing is working
how can this be lasting?
It is not the first time
so it helps only a little
to be a relative of insanity
I want to cry out
but no one is with me
I don’t want to be talking to myself
on the subway
- written by McCutcheon
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