Everyday is always the same
There is never anything different
I wake up and brush my hair
And from there my day starts
I lay awake
Scroll on my phone
Listening to him screaming
Listening to him crying
I made a friend
He helps me forget this hell
Helps make me laugh
Helps me to drown it all out
He understands
Understands everything I'm going through
We talk all day
We talk all night
He promises to be my friend forever
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Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
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