She fabricates another reason to stay She’s always so afraid of being alone She doesn’t know what is real anymore
Isn’t about being nothing & nowhere, more than start walking with strangers like playing hide & seek. Imaginary monsters wait for the violet in the looking glass. This is your last daze.
Right. So … fuck. Sorry. Right. Yeah. So, um, fucking … yeah. Basically, if you can, like, choose your identity — because I tried today, and now I feel sort of less like me. And, I mean, I’m not exactly over the moon about being me in the first place. But now, I think I kind of like it less when I’m trying not to be me. Because I just … I just want to, like, be
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