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Imagined Life

It’s late in the evening and I don’t know what’s the meaning of everything.

I rush through the hours to get back to my dreaming.

I’m overwhelmed by my options, that I have no idea how to accomplish.

I’m horny and alone all of my waking moments.

Nothing here to see but an empty life walking.

I’m stalking the people in my dreams because they’re the only people I always see.

Waking up is so hard, as hard as I am because I wake up alone.

It’s the evening and I want to go to bed so I can dream of my imagined life again.

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