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Aug 2016
What if i am an illusion, it would explain the kind of nothingness that I feel. How when I buried a knife in my wrist I couldn't feel a thing. That I sometimes more than often feel invisible, like everything is surreal, like I am as transparent as air.
Written: July 14. - 2016
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
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