Mind is racing but i'd like to go to sleep. Sleep so I can drift off to another place. A place where "love" is more than a statement. A place where I am not made a guinea pig just so "someone" can test if any feelings exist; a test to see if feelings (from within), towards this guinea pig, can be forced. They had existed not too long ago. Or maybe I was too blinded by the heart to see what was reality. Now I am left with unheard thoughts and unanswered questions. I voice myself and my response, silence.
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