There's a joke here. What gets bigger the more you take away? A hole! Get it? Hahaha.
I want to hide from the world now. I'm done. With healing. With experimenting. With dating. Dark rooms. The TV always on because there has to be some kind of noise in the background right? To drown out all the noise we make. To stifle the sounds. Lock it up. Put it away. This is not good or real. Nothing is good or real. Nothing is bad or fake either. We make it all up. In the end, there is nothing but stories and the people unlucky enough to live to tell them.
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