there you are again. sleepwalking through MY dreams as though they were your own, birthed and suffered under in your own mind. just as the edges begin to blur and the air tastes like copper, you burst through the paper mache doors of my dreamscape and claim my visions as your own. you can't do this to me. after much ado, you exposed me
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I'm really bad at writing. anything.
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