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I feel like I'm not growing or going anywhere.

(Weed)

Nobody knows.

Half&Half, Reality vs. Fantasy...?

Is it really there? Or am I dreaming?

But I'm still filming my own fake death.

Deceit is in your eyes, or rather your photograph burning at the touch scorching my ears and slicing through my heart like warm butter. What is..

Thanks for the title, Mr. Business Penguin. :)

I've been lost lately.

It's written to be said out loud.