I have stories to tell. True or false. Personal or not. I have something to say. But I'm confuse between tales and reality. I imagine so much things, I dream so much that sometimes, I become completely lost. Damage and broken. That's all I am. I repeat the same stories in different ways all the time. It never really change. It's become boring.
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