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it's still dark. where people still sleep. obsessed with small dolls; themselves, you, me. fighting against others in their head all closed off, pointing fingers. supposedly a paradise. those who sit alone, watching their lives turn into hell, isolated for them. handcuffed. until they let themselves go. still. finally at peace. sleeping forever. people who sit in pairs, declaring themselves a couple. connected. from days to years. it all ends eventually. is it worth it?
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
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it's still dark. where people still sleep. obsessed with small dolls; themselves, you, me. fighting against others in their head all closed off, pointing fingers. supposedly a paradise. those who sit alone, watching their lives turn into hell, isolated for them. handcuffed. until they let themselves go. still. finally at peace. sleeping forever. people who sit in pairs, declaring themselves a couple. connected. from days to years. it all ends eventually. is it worth it?
DumMuffin
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
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