It’s Not Real

Forever is a really long time, to feel as though you’ve committed a crime. 

I never think before I relinquish my pain. It always leaves a stain on you. 

I keep reminding myself it’s all in my head, because it’s just easier that way.

Like how I hear people chatting in my ears, or how I see images on the walls.

It’s not real. 


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