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Deception of Reality
This place is a nightmare disguised as a day dream. I am planning my own demise. The infection has spread but everyone is blind to their own sickness. I am lightheaded , my lungs are refusing to accept the air that I am inhaling. I lost myself somewhere in my misplaced hope. How did it get like this? Why do you get the luxury of being deceived by color while I see the world in black and white? Why do you hear the music while I hear white noise?…
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