I walk asleep with my eyes closed in my own version I call life. A cycle of recycled days that feel endless but the same .a journey that many people have walked before.wil I ever wake up to sunny days in different dimension or will i live cursed in a eternity of fiction
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rayzul (
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This dimension can get a little tedious at times, I agree, Rayzul. I like the description, an 'eternity of fiction". Well put, and well done!
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