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unaware of light
blood dripping from broken sight
it's not real, it's a crack
ripped reality
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I keep finding myself in another world either daily, weekly or completely mixed. Not sure how this is happening but I keep forgetting most of my days before, neither do I remember the past anymore, all I remember are weird places and voices. So starting this journal seems like a good idea to me... even if I'm only talking to myself in the end. I don't seem to have anything more than this, not that I could remember or be able to have any long lasting contact with anyone. I don't remember anyones face. Will I find an end to this?
If even one person finds this and reads it through, bless you. I believe I can't share these notes otherwise. I wonder how you found this notebook though...
- Hiyori
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Interesting notebook... hello! I'm actually the founder of this notebook. I'll read through it and update you guys on the pages, might take me a while to find the time to but I'll try to at least give you an update of this once a week, I'm intrigueded to find out what this is about.
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ripped light
PoetryA journal found laying on the ground in an abandoned old parking lot. What stories or should I say poems will it contain? Let's take a look at these worlds you've never heard of or felt before. (tw: mentions of various heavy/dark topics/derealizatio...
