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May 2013
Immersed in an alternate world
Doesn't improve the one you are in.
Yes you may be:
Numbed
Contained
But when the last yellowed page is turned:
You are still trapped.
Trapped in reality.
The reality where the air is crisp but not new.
The reality where the people are real but not true.
The reality where you are lonley.
And the smallest glimmer of hope just turns into the echoes of "maybe another time"
But those pages.
It made it seem like.
Almost like it was real.
My own personal reality.
mushroom faerie
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mushroom faerie
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