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im still having those dreams.
you know the ones that feel so so real; the ones where you can't really differentiate moments of your imagination and those of real life? (so much like waking up at 4am, dazzled by a msg from a drunk telling you how much they love you. u have a faint memory of reciprocating with a reply)
but this time, when light comes, im still where i was. nothing has changed (the msg is gone)- things are going as slow as ever and im a miserable fuck who still can't get over how much i.miss.you.
the music absorbs deeper into my body when im under the table. try it
you know the ones that feel so so real; the ones where you can't really differentiate moments of your imagination and those of real life? (so much like waking up at 4am, dazzled by a msg from a drunk telling you how much they love you. u have a faint memory of reciprocating with a reply)
but this time, when light comes, im still where i was. nothing has changed (the msg is gone)- things are going as slow as ever and im a miserable fuck who still can't get over how much i.miss.you.
the music absorbs deeper into my body when im under the table. try it