Has this strange show you've been putting in been helping you at all? So much for consolation...
How sad it feels to grow up... to grow apart... to grow distant... more secluded than ever, more thick-skinned than advised.
But how could I, as silly, ignorant and small as I am, could possibly reach out and even attempt to touch you, so apparently untouchable? Sleeping for almost two years now...
And I've tried to buy other's illusions, but they just don't taste like yours...
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