eightteen

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i feel like my mental world is drifting.

drifting to reality.

all the things i have longed for,

are so close, i can touch them.

or should i say,

i can touch you.

you are real, and in my head.

its all smashed together.

and i really like it.

promise you wont tear it apart. 

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