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I sometimes feel alone, even when I am surrounded by friends. I'm not sure why I have these moments when I wallow in melancholy, as if it was my best and only friend.
Escaping works best. But I tend to escape into myself, into my imagination, my reading, my on-line life (such that it is).
I feel very free being this fragment, this fragile flower. Kind of like a not so secret diary. Shout to the rooftops, but the din is so loud no one will hear. And that is fine with this Lily.
Hmmm, I wonder if this is how multiple personalities start ;)
Escaping works best. But I tend to escape into myself, into my imagination, my reading, my on-line life (such that it is).
I feel very free being this fragment, this fragile flower. Kind of like a not so secret diary. Shout to the rooftops, but the din is so loud no one will hear. And that is fine with this Lily.
Hmmm, I wonder if this is how multiple personalities start ;)