Disenchantment
In my dreams, I am free. In my dreams, I am whoever I want to be.
When reality begins to sink in, what do I have left?
3.09.2012
The kid next to me just gave me the weirdest look.
I was taking notes- on paper.
Why is this considered strange now?
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