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Phobic.

Secretly, I’m claustrophobic.
I feel it in some open spaces,
Some closed spaces.
It’s the atomosphere.

It feels bitter.
I think I’m just bitter.
I don’t know why.
I’m obessessed. Maybe.
I’m lonely. Alone.
I like
I dislike
I want
I chew
I’m just bitter.

I’m gerascophobic.
I’m agrophobic.
I’m anthropophobic.
I wait for the clock to tell me it’s bedtime.

I’m a narcissistic socialist.
You ask too many questions.

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