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My mind, constantly drifting away, to the past, or far away to the future. I found myself, always, drowning in the fantasy or delusion I don't live in the present. My body does, but my soul not. "I" don't exist.
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Existence
My mind, constantly drifting away, to the past, or far away to the future. I found myself, always, drowning in the fantasy or delusion I don't live in the present. My body does, but my soul not. "I" don't exist.
vonderland
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
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