I had given up on humanistic thoughts. Given up on the ability to touch someone. Given up on actually being heard. Given up on anything else, but me.
I was woken up. Slapped in the face. Shaken to the core.
It is my wish, and my hope that this is a true feeling. That the dream does not turn into nightmare
I was woken up. Slapped in the face. Shaken to the core.
It is my wish, and my hope that this is a true feeling. That the dream does not turn into nightmare
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