What's real and what's fake? Why is it so hard to decipher which is which? Why did I think that what I had was real?
I knew something was off, I felt it deep within my soul. This world, the one I've been living in wasn't even mine. I did the impossible and stood right at death's door without being lured into my fate.
Blindsided. I was completely blinded by the thought of having something perfect that I became oblivious. I ignored that feeling that something was off and decided to enjoy what I had, even if it would only last for a short period.
The pieces eventually all came together and it finally made sense to me. It was cruel of life but at least I understood how my life got to be that way in what felt like only a little while. I understood and soon, as my life unravels word by word, in the end, you'll understand too.
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Dream with Me ✔️
Teen Fiction*rewriting soon but chapters will not be taken down* College, the place where fresh starts exist. Where people don't know who you are and another chance to be someone new. In with the new experiences and relationships, out with the old. Though, a c...
