i'm losing this tight grip i once had on reality.
my dreams don't seem so phony anymore. i pulling things out of them: anxiety, fright and new found fears.
what the hell is going on?
i'm fucking losing my mind here and the only people left to talk to lost theirs some years back.
this is a true fucking story.
i know it's true because it's past three but before seven.
fuck it.
but this is not a suicide note.
i won't even let people know this exists.
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