There's at least five different medications flowing through my bloodstream right now. I don't even feel myself. I'm here at school, but I'm not actually here. Colors are duller. Movements are slower. What may be heard as shouts to others are just whispers to me.The whole class is in the studio right now. I'm sitting behind this computer screen.
Something isn't right.
Where is my mind?
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