...more like my arm...
ow it kinda really hurts....
I'm exhausted...
I hate waking up feeling such an insecurity...
I never know whats a dream and whats real...
Its a frightening thing...
Sometimes something really good'll happen to me as these things rarely happen and I'll remember someone being there with me and when I discuss it with them...
they don't remember...
They never do.
It makes me wonder...maybe...
Am I a dream?
Do I really exist in a twisted reality full of disfigured memories?
God these questions are driving me insane...
Maybe I should become a philosopher...
Smile-Its Alex Community Member 
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