Reality

by Pterodactyl   Feb 24, 2011


I need and want to cry, but I can't. I don't know why, but slowly each day I am growing more numb. All I ever do at home is sleep because it's my own way to escape reality. I wish I could wake up from this terrible nightmare, but I can't because I am living in it.

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