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Ever get the feeling?
Do you ever get that feeling? 
 The feeling where you don't want anyone around, you don't want to talk to anyone? 
 Yet you so badly want to speak but have no idea what words to say.
 Fearing the fact that people won't understand
 or the moment you do say something 
 it's as if you turned on a faucet of syllables and vowels with no way to turn it off. 
 
 The mystifying thing is
 I have no idea what is wrong.
 There is no cataclysmic event going on in my life
 but I can hear the pulsing of my thoughts
 every minute. 
 every second.
 It feels like someone has installed 
 a heart rate monitor in my brain
 and it's constantly under attack.
 
 There is one difference between the brain attacks
 and heart attacks.
 When the monitor starts beeping faster and faster
 nurses and doctors rush into the room
 checking vital signs and doing everything in their nature
 to help the victim. 
 What about us?
 The ones with brain attacks?
 No one can hear it.
 Can anyone see it?
 Please send in the nurse 
 a doctor or someone.
 But the moment they try to enter the room
 my mind controlling monitor screams 
 "NO! GET OUT. NO HELP IS NEEDED."
 My heart says yes, help me
 but this dictator monitor says no, you're fine.
 
 I'm not completely controlled by this monitor.
 I still laugh and smile
 and have true joy.
 But I get tiresome 
 and my guard is let down.
 Then the monitor starts to swell in my brain.
 Louder and louder it grows
 as my remembrance is awakened 
 like a bear in hibernation.
 I must act fast
 for the nazi band is marching closer to my mind.
 I can feel their footsteps
 through every inch of my body.
 where is my guard?
 my shield?
 my sword?
 vision is blurred 
 and my mind is hazed.
 the nazis are now residing in my brain.
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