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I inhale the printed words on the bounds of pages, feel the lives of characters on my screen, and live the life of my daydreams. Yet none of it is real.
Sometimes I feel numb like I don't even know what happiness is.
I lose myself in the life of these characters, their lives, feelings, thoughts, traits... only to come to a night like this. A night where I hate myself for dreaming.. knowing damn well I'm just setting myself up for disappointment. Knowing I'm losing myself. The self I don't even really know. It's confusing, I know.
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Thoughts At Night :(
AcakVerbal Release Of All The Thoughts In My Mind. Do Not Come Here If You're A Happy Person...
