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/everything gets to me these days: oxygen. sound. bright light. nighttime. my reflection. people. friends. school. work. my name. car horns. i cannot name my situation, cannot categorize my pain. i am hurt. i am fading away. i feel everywhere the air goes, i go. most times, the ability to find oneself at the end is to get missing. i will feel better if i can shape shift, like some immortal being into air or water or sound - something unable to bend to life's rule. i am tired of mundane activities like waking up to a ceiling. the sea embraces the shore. the shore pushes it away. after day is night. why do they say it that way, that day comes before night? a guitar is played below the face. a trumpet needs a mouth to make its melody. we all need air to be alive. i am standing on a branch of life and willing it to break. why do we all have to go by a name to show identity? i have no reservations for what i want. as human, i must bend to a rule, must become a person answering a unique name from my father's lineage/.