you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_

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You know that [day]dreaming starts to hurt when you start to reach out to touch what you see... but you grasp onto nothing but air. & sometimes the air is quite cold. & even in 75 degrees, you have to have your blanket covering your naked body. Stripped. Vulnerable. Dreamer.

So away from the rest of the world.

S
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