Small blurs

Like when you’re

driving and you

dont remember

how you got

where you are,

dont remember

turning on that

street,

Her life felt

hazy, nauseating.

She didn’t know

where she was

or where she

was going.

But she could

feel a distance

and the people

she use to know

became only small

blurs.

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