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The door’s fallen off.
How do I replace it without hinges?

I can’t keep the slippery thoughts together.
They squirm and wriggle and I-

– I Doubt.
Paranoia sweeps through every inch of me.
The panic rises and I can’t keep focus.

Everything is a blur.
I know I am erratic, but I can’t stop myself.

Like watching a film of myself coming apart.
I can’t breathe.