I woke up a couple times wishing reality isn’t quite the way it is.
I need to move on. But how? And what does that mean, actually?
I woke up a couple times wishing reality isn’t quite the way it is.
I need to move on. But how? And what does that mean, actually?
It’s hard to know what to say; I felt something from these few words. What did I feel? A loss that can’t be replaced? A distance from reality because no one else could possibly understand? Or just an empathy for someone who’s doing the first search for self? I don’t know, but I had to use words to connect.
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