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Feb 13
I'm lying.

All the time.

And I [ e n j o y ] it:

I was meant for this world.
I am happy.
I am content.
I am okay.
Crush my hands in the doorway. Keep me from writing my thoughts onto virtual paper. Watch as my fingers burst into pieces of flesh and bone. The pain keeps me awake.

I don't want to sleep anymore.

I only dream in black and white.
Alvin Agnani
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Alvin Agnani  23/M/The Mind Palace
(23/M/The Mind Palace)   
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