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When I need it most, I recite

with joy and confidence.

When you speak, I hear healing.

Like an alarm clock going off—

triggering scenes embedded into my brain so,

I naturally say aloud, with assurance and spirit.

Not wondering if you can recall what I refer to

because I say these lines for myself,

immersed into a bubble where only I exist.

A dance between reality and escape.

A song between sentiment and chatter.

And the reaction received—

perplexed, deep stares, fazed faces.

Your mouth open and eyebrows tense,

prompting me to repeat what I just said.

But I just stare back and smile.