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What is reality when my life is a sham? I do nothing all day but sleep and daze off trying to find hope. A hope that will drive me to get done what needs my attention. These assignments stack up like a landfill of dreams and I make them wait until the last minute with procrastinating tendencies. I constantly ask myself what is real because consciousness is allegorically a state of mind. I'm in a state where I try to feel, but instead, I am held in this lame *** stand still. I stand before myself with an unloaded pistol waiting for something... anything. My life is nonexistent and I am barely present. When will I awake from this pathetic dream I call reality?
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Reality
What is reality when my life is a sham? I do nothing all day but sleep and daze off trying to find hope. A hope that will drive me to get done what needs my attention. These assignments stack up like a landfill of dreams and I make them wait until the last minute with procrastinating tendencies. I constantly ask myself what is real because consciousness is allegorically a state of mind. I'm in a state where I try to feel, but instead, I am held in this lame *** stand still. I stand before myself with an unloaded pistol waiting for something... anything. My life is nonexistent and I am barely present. When will I awake from this pathetic dream I call reality?
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
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