Cold. Warm. Wet.
Nothing feels right; nothing feels alive. The world faces challenge after challenge, living off the ground.
What if I died? what if im born? what if im a dream?
What if it doesn't matter?
"I could see myself dying in their minds."
What if I die in my own mind, and nobody seems to notice? Because how could you
How could you notice someone dying in their minds?
Happiness.
Living. That sort of livin. The one where you say "you achieved it all".
Words. Words mean so much to me. Words mean less to them.
A guy. Two guys. A guy that matters, a guy I'll never meet or get or realize. All a turmoil of a dream.
Everything is lost.
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