Paramnesia

I think I dreamt of you. You wanted to reconcile but you were not the only one. You and he and he and he were all present. Suddenly, everyone wants to love me and hold me tight but I cringed because this isn't possible.

Nothing is real to me anymore.

I woke up to an empty apartment. I could almost hear my thoughts echo off the wall. I looked at the clock on the wall you bought and went back to sleep.

Nothing is real to me anymore.

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