Going back to real life huh ? every seven days, the severe delusion has to kick, the moody behavior, the hopeless and suicidal thoughts, as if you’d wake up in one of those worlds. you won’t and you know it. you’ll not even reconsider these thoughts once back in, because you would have forgotten. like the past five years, like these past twelve months. but somehow it’s different. for one more day is called rest, and one less is called work. we truly are able of anything, but not by snapping fingers.
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enzo
Fucking Problem 