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i feel happy when i'm feeling small. i wish i could be so tiny i could live in someone's pocket. i like it when i'm pretending nothing i dislike exists or nothing that could somehow crash or harm. i guess it's very selfish way to be and think, sometimes. but i draw the lines, and everything outside of them is pure fiction. and still everything inside of them, is made of illusions and dreams. and those lines are more clear than i'd like to admit. but i don't care as long as they're there, and no-one else can't make a mess of them or erase them or see them.