Overwhelmed So many bright lights that flicker, that hum, that cause a distraction, that pull at my mind. The music gets loud, there's a thudding beat that makes me want to make a hasty retreat. But it's the talking, the chatter, that assaults my ears, as I get pushed and jostled bringing tears to my eyes. I want to curl up small, into a ball, drop down to the ground and retreat from this all! My fingers itch to cover my ears; the lights dim and brighten in front of my eyes. Get out! Get Out! My mind is in panic. A scream is building, has to be held in and silenced. The trolley is half-filled as I turn away, seek out the exit as once more the bombardment has led to sensory over-load and I've left empty handed because I have become overwhelmed.
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