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Feb 2022
you could say i’ve been dreaming since march of 2020
cause nothing feels like reality anymore
i have pinched myself and my scaly skin
i never seem to wake up
which means maybe i am not caught in a dream
or a nightmare of a landslide
i am walking like a zombie in limbo
clomping slowly, pondering whether to go
or to tumble down the cliffside
i can’t remember life before this
cascade of emotions



death to the dreamer
she left so long ago
she tumbled down the cliffside
now she can’t even say hello.
March 2020-
when i lost all hope in society
social anxiety
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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