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Am i real.
The voices and thought can't escape from head . As i lay on what my body perceives as a bed. Not really caring or knowing what i should feel. Not even sure of this world being real. That blade of grass on the floor is it truly there? Of everything about emptiness my heart is aware. does it matter if i ever get out of this bed? It wont make any difference to the voices in my head......................
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