I don't want to sleep.
I know that if I sleep, I'll lose this feeling.
I'll lose this misery and aching. There won't be this hole anymore and I won't be able to cry on the way home.
I think I deserve this.
To think that I thought I loved myself, I was so wrong. If I cannot love myself through changes, then my love is not real love. My love was only superficial. So wrong.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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