That fluorescent pink tinged feeling,
The way people look from the corner of your eye.
The sounds of laughter and whispering you aren’t included in.
Hot and shivery and prickly. A drop in the stomach that twists at the end.
Unpleasant, queasy, unsteady, wrong. Lonely.
Spitfire Words 
never thought of it as pink before but i can see it.
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