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"And I'm hoping for,
A stupid dream that won't ever exist,
Yet I'll embrace this distorted past,
And have a dream in which I won't ever have to wake up from at all,
And seclude myself from real life.."
"But that means you can't even see tomorrow?"
"I don't really care about that."
I stained my hands in order to kill those boring days,
I'm choosing solitude after all.
I long for this feeling to not feel at all.