I know I have been there if memory serves.
Recognising, but nonetheless, places of derealisation.
The act of going in and out the door isn’t enough.
I can’t explain the delay in all my actions today, and I’m sorry I’m late.
I have been working, putting on my makeup and sorting things out.
I couldn’t find my keys. I had a call from my mum; then the door wouldn’t shut.
Before I left, I felt dishonest.

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