I've been living in a dream world.
I believed.
I gave it a second try.
I just don't know anymore.
Was there anything I could do,
from the start,
that wasn't doomed?
And here I thought I was being a drama queen.
Here I though I was being a paranoid crazy b***h.
A lonely life is one better not lived at all.
Why bother.
My birthday?
Really?
You want to give another chance?
Don't you know when to stop?
Seriously, give it up.
Stop.
Slow.
DISAPPEAR
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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