You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version
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Contenido adultoConcluida mar, dic 26, 20231h 13m
When you're forced to mask Reality with Fantasy.
The lifted layers finally unveil the tombstone of self.
The biggest cities into the tiniest pebbles
The massive ideas and thoughts formed into merely something to fear.
A protagonist who already forgot his name
Remembers He is a
Daydreamer.
Which is the only way to cope with life after multiple tragedies.
And the fraud on fake friends faces.
Only to daydream.
As losing touch takes a toll on that rotting indulgence slowly.
This get's quite horrific as it goes on.
It's not to enjoy but to reflect on and experience.
I decided to publish the draft version, because I don't think I can fully finish YWAADD final edition any time soon.
I am in the worst mental and emotional state ever.
It's quite a struggle and I suffer heavily.
So yeah, the polished draft kind of holds up aswell too.
The final one is way longer and eventful.
So, um yeah I don't expect this to get attention at all, it's kind of really mid in some parts.
But enjoy, or don't I guess.
Yes this was inspired by
Everywhere At The End Of Time.
And other fan projects.
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