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Jan 2016
I don't leave my room much anymore

It's almost as if I've forgotten where the door is

I've forgotten a lot of things, recently

I don't know what the stars look like anymore

I think they're white or grey?

I don't know

Grass is something I remember,
it's an odd hue of blue mixed with yellow

what was that called again?

I don't remember what other people look like

I mean, there's a mirror here so I can tell what I look like

but the faces I used to see somehow evade my thoughts

I don't really know if other people were ever really there

was there ever a world outside of this room?
CE
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CE  19/M/merrily on high
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