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the outside

it's a coffee shop

but i came for tea


ticking

ticking


my eyes, shifting


stop looking at me

stop looking at me


my forehead, sweating


these hands don't know what to do with themselves


my heart, racing 


the lips all of the sudden feel so wrong


I'm letting them loose into a grimace or something

but I'm not sure if they look normal


and my eyebrows, well, i feel them frowning

but i know I'm not


so i want to just raise them and mess my face up in many ways, yawning and making crazy stretches to 

RELAX it


but i stay perfectly still

i think, I might be 

twitching


i don't like coffee and i came for tea.


a cold brew, please.


you too!



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