Dear life, I've found a new friend. Her name is Reality. We may fight every day about how bad she's treating me, but apart from that she's alright. We often play hide and seek. I hide from Reality. Until I met her I never knew anyone who's as good as her in finding me in between self harm and drugs. Reality though is always successful in the search - just after a few fleeting moments she's standing right beside me with a big grin on her face. No matter which place I'm hiding at, she always brings me back to you. I can't defeat Reality, can't fight back. She's so much stronger than me. Offers her hand just to let me fall. The only thing I can do is try to outsmart her. When I go to sleep she's leaving me alone, but after a few hours she's gonna wake me up again, telling me it's about time to face you, dear life. And even then she doesn't leave me alone. Reality likes me and stays. I can't help but hate her for that.
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