They ask him why he prefers to live in fantasy worlds. They ask her why she keeps wasting time playing games that wouldn’t really matter in the future. They ask her what she finds so appealing about unrealistic endings. They ask him what he finds so special about the poetry...
This is so me.
I am lost. I am disoriented. I am broken. But that was perfectly fine. I was born like that.
InfiniteWriterWorker, The Angel Within
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