Feathers
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I can soar high above the clouds, dive deep into the depths of an inky ocean, or land on an alien planet thousands of galaxies away. In my head, at least. All my imaginative adventures are nowhere near as difficult as real life. I'm curious. Thoughtful. Whatever you call it, I want to understand the world. Learn what's really important in life. Which is difficult, when the television's screaming across the room at you about how desperately you need an expensive coffee machine. I daydream a lot. Just like some people play video games or draw comics or bake cakes (which isn't a bad hobby at all); I sit and let my imagination transport me away to a magical universe. When did daydreaming become such a bad thing? Maybe, just maybe, it'll help me slot together the jigsaw of reality together...
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I learnt the hard way that wanting to be normal is just wishful thinking. More specifically when I found out who my dad really was. Then again, having a child while I was still a kid myself already sealed the deal on being anything but normal. But I was happy, for a moment. Until I was introduced to an entirely new world or worlds that I wish I wasnt apart of but now its impossible to avoid.

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