The house is empty
Not even a bed.
its was all a fucking illusion!
All of my accomplishments and my life...
where is it?
how did it happen?
maybe this is a dream?
it feels pretty real.
the air atoms are hitting my skin.
I can feel the coldness.
like it was something materialistic.
its feels more real then life!
My body is heavy.
I can taste the air.
and the smell...
I can't even describe it.
what do i do now?
My family!
are they real?
Oh!
fucking 30 years of my life is a waste!
or am I 30 years old!?
...
I need a mirror.
Not even a bed.
its was all a fucking illusion!
All of my accomplishments and my life...
where is it?
how did it happen?
maybe this is a dream?
it feels pretty real.
the air atoms are hitting my skin.
I can feel the coldness.
like it was something materialistic.
its feels more real then life!
My body is heavy.
I can taste the air.
and the smell...
I can't even describe it.
what do i do now?
My family!
are they real?
Oh!
fucking 30 years of my life is a waste!
or am I 30 years old!?
...
I need a mirror.
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