Visions of magic swirl in my mind.
Muttering incantations, I hope for a result, a jet of light from my twig.
But to no avail.
I twirl the glinting weapon in my hands.
Seeing the grotesque creature ahead, I thrust my wrist forward.
Again, I've failed.
Sometimes, I sprint as fast as I can.
Acting like I have a pursuer, I leap and twist around to face the enemy.
I still have yet to prevail.
I surround myself with worlds of fantastical adventure.
Thinking that reality doesn't suit me, I cast another spell, dueling my opponent.
But it's all imagination. It's just another tale.
I had the overwhelming urge to express my views on how life is boring. This is all very true, and it upsets me. I wish that I could do magic like Harry Potter or slay monsters on a life threatening adventure. I wish I could have friends who I can say I have been through absolutely EVERYTHING with. But I can't. Reality sucks.
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