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even when our stomachs are full of potatoes,
even when our minds are full of uncertainities,
why does it feel so unreal?i,
just a spectator.i,
just an overthinker?them,
happy with jubilant grins.them,
with a stable state of mind.i wonder when this story ends.
i wonder when it changes.
i wonder when i stop being a forest character.but wondering is just that,
wondering.and i,
a hollow vessel.•