in a world where
everything is organized
made up of lines
perfectly structured
straight roads,
matching colors,
maps for maps for maps,
everyone knowing where they are and where they go
I don't fit in
my head a chaos
uncomprehendable
not understandable
thoughts racing
me running
yelling above yelling
a big mess
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