I don't ask for much.
I don't wish to be transformed into an unfeeling vessel, adrift and uncaring.
I just long to be my old self again.
Not a version improved or refined, just that battered, whimsical soul lost in a world of fantasy.
Is it too much to ask for? To return to that damaged, delusional dreamer who finds solace in imagination?
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Author:
Necky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2024 05:21
- Category: Reflection
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