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Like, nothing thats happening to you is actually happening to you. Like you're just watching other people's lives play out in a book or a movie. Like you're the side character. Like nothing actually matters and you're just doing it for the sake of the plot. _Like nothing is real._ Like you're playing from the third person, just above the character. _Like you're not real._ Like every day is just a repeat of the last. Like you're the only real one Like everyone else are just actors and someday someones going to come from behind the curtain and say __HA PRANKED.__ Like the sunsets are too beautiful to be real. Like the squirrels crossing the street stare for too long for this to be real. Like all that is meaningless is too important for this to be real. Like all the sounds are too artificial to be real. _Like nothing is real._ _Like nothing is real._ Like how when you wave your hand in front of your eyes and _Its not real._ Like when you pinch your skin hard hard hard until you bleed and maybe it hurts it doesn't matter and it doesn't really because this body is not yours, just a vessel you were forced into because _You're not real._ Like how you're not even sure who you are anymore, because you're nothing but fragments of broken things, nothing things, nothing, _You're not real._ You're not here, You're not in here, You were never meant to be here, You're nothing. _You're not real._
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
Do you ever feel like a spectator of life?
Like, nothing thats happening to you is actually happening to you. Like you're just watching other people's lives play out in a book or a movie. Like you're the side character. Like nothing actually matters and you're just doing it for the sake of the plot. _Like nothing is real._ Like you're playing from the third person, just above the character. _Like you're not real._ Like every day is just a repeat of the last. Like you're the only real one Like everyone else are just actors and someday someones going to come from behind the curtain and say __HA PRANKED.__ Like the sunsets are too beautiful to be real. Like the squirrels crossing the street stare for too long for this to be real. Like all that is meaningless is too important for this to be real. Like all the sounds are too artificial to be real. _Like nothing is real._ _Like nothing is real._ Like how when you wave your hand in front of your eyes and _Its not real._ Like when you pinch your skin hard hard hard until you bleed and maybe it hurts it doesn't matter and it doesn't really because this body is not yours, just a vessel you were forced into because _You're not real._ Like how you're not even sure who you are anymore, because you're nothing but fragments of broken things, nothing things, nothing, _You're not real._ You're not here, You're not in here, You were never meant to be here, You're nothing. _You're not real._
Lumin_e
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16/NB/The back of the moon
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
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