ah, shit happens. anyway.
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what is your escape from reality?
where is the place you can go get lost in
that distracts you from all the chaos
and all that fuckery taking place in
that peculiar head of yours?
i could easily be mistaken.
maybe your escape isn't a place,
but a person. fictional or real.
sometimes you just want to go home to them
listen to their voice to drown out the voices in your own head.
my heart goes out to those who dream to exist
and exist to dream.
tell me, what is it like?
being so infatuated with the thought
of existing in any other place
but the one you were born into.
but my heart goes out most
to those whose dreams consist of those
who once owned their hearts, but broke them like fragile glass.
what defines your escape from reality?
j.n, fuck time
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