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I find myself awake at this hour. I can’t sleep. Monsters crawl across the floor. Shadows haunt the edges of my vision. Demons hang from the ceiling.
I close my eyes. I lean back. I breathe deeply, in, out, in, out. I let my heart beat slow. And I’m gasping for air. Coughing, sputtering.
The pursuit of dreams is fucking bullshit Unless you dream of becoming exactly what the colleges can give you Or capitalistic America Or anyone
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