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written and illustrated by Lilith Noah

there's this time, half asleep,
late at night when my head explodes.
there's this time, seconds before
white bliss where i am nothing but
memories and daydreams, fairytales, escapes.
i'm something in my dream, more than nothing, my head
the only place where i'm the hero, maybe it's
a saviour complex but then again
who doesn't wish for roses at their feet.
there's this time, in the quiet city sound, where i'm
everything i want to be, in my dreams,
in my head, in my mind.
oh, how i wish that i
were in love with reality but
i would rather suffocate on my fantasy than
breathe in my own imperfection.
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