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I yawned, stretching my arms and legs in each direction. It was a wondurous day, because the birds were chirping and singing, and I was the most gorgeous kid in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. And I could do ANYTHING.
If I said that that would be a huge load of CRAP.
My life's nothin' like that. My life sucks. And my life isn't in reality.
Welcome to my dream world. It's a fantasy. It' a wonderland. It's perfect.
And I can't wake up.
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The projections nodded to me and talked to me in my sleep. It was all very creepy, knowing that I've been talking to myself me entire time here in limbo.
I've tried to get out. I've tried to die. But it never works. I've tossed myself beneath trains. But I wake up, back here. I jump off cliffs. But I wake up, back here. I've asked myself- Maybe that's what happens in reality. You die, and you go to a different reality. That means our lives are one huge dream.
But no. I don't learn anything new here. And I can still create whole worlds for myself. And this is scary. I need people. I need to escape.