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Constantly surrounded, crowded, overflowing. I seek refuge, my bed is my savior. The calming shades of white, and grey. The familiar smells. My bed is where i dream of unknown lands, and unachievable opportunities. I dream i can fly, i can speak every language, there is no need for a career, or to own my own car. The weight of the heavy doona against my warm body sends me into a complacent slumber, where i can dream up stories of exotic lands. When i wake, i am aware it is absurd living within my conscience mind forever, and i begin my day.
Crystal Castles - Pap Smear.
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Your writing is so stunning. x
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