Tag Archives: Dissociation

Timeless lands.

People think they know me Yet I’m a stranger at best, They don’t see the suffering When my minds at rest. I became addicted to worlds Created by my mind, Stringing pieces together With theories I’d grind. How do I … Continue reading

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