The space where I’m at right now isn’t mine.

This odd sensation that I am displaced persists in an unsettling way.

The air isn’t mine to breathe, my body is asking for too much from me. I don’t live here: I don’t recognize any of these pieces.

The space where I’m at right now is everybody else’s and I can’t find any surface to land on or oxygen to take in.

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