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Blessed Is the One Who Lies Asleep, Cursed Is the One who Knows the Truth

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confusing dark dissociative horror psychological witwcontest

Dreaming of being asleep and being asleep while thinking you are awake blurs the lines of reality. Hopes shatter, sunsets bleed.

[TROPE USED: WOKE UP IN MY OWN STORY]
[TW: MILD VIOLENCE, INTENSE PROSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL THEMES, DISSOCIATION. STORY IS TAGGED AS MATURE FOR A REASON, PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING. IF YOU OR ANY LOVED ONES ARE STRUGGLING WITH ANY SITUATION PLEASE SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP, TALK WITH A TRUSTED PERSON AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.]
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