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Nov 2015
My reality is different than yours.
So much more, so much less.
My reality is looking at cars and
wanting to jump in front of them,
my reality is staring at stars and
wishing to be them.

My reality is so much more and so much less.
Not much love, a lot more hate.

My reality is simply to wait.
2015-11-23
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
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