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i am sick of 2 am. of a friendless 2 am. of a cigarette-less 2 am. i'm lying wide awake in bed, impartial to whether i feel lonely or cold. i want to be running through a field of melting daisies, intoxicated with the rays. like always, i want to be anywhere else but where i am. if each of us is to have their own pardaox, i think that would be mine. i can't escape my own skin except for when i'm dreaming. if the rest of this is expected to be the same i would sleep the rest of my life away. but if i think about it seriously, i only feel this way in passing moments, in insomniac nights. so i could do what people normally do...and sleep.
normal is a stupid word.
so is pygmy.
normal is a stupid word.
so is pygmy.