Chicago, Homeless most of the time, agoraphobic the rest
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maybe reality is its own thing and maybe it also only matters to a person who’s reality has become altered that that too can be their reality but mine has been filled with very dreamlike feelings and there’s skips in my vision just enough to keep me on this side. my pupils are always dilated and my skin is always at least a little on fire and you knows those people who look lost and they’re bodies are skinny like skeletons but they’ve got little fat stomachs and you kind of want to cover them in bone bracelets and necklaces and hide out in some church with fire damage idk this is entirely for myself it’s this reality i created on accident
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i’m sorry to everyone i hurt while looking for a friend
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for as long as i can remember, everyone has been worried about me
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