It is certain music that lays a blanket over me to keep me warm and confined; where no monster can get me. It's in my dreams that I experience a life where everything goes so well and to my advantage. Suppose that's why they're called dreams.
Someone has either been dancing with my soul or stepping on my grave for some time now.
I'm in my own little world, and you can't tell unless you have the same blood as me. We are all programmed to act like nobody else understands, but I'm afraid I have no choice but to act like I'm apart of the same world as someone standing next to me. Constant ideas, constant thoughts in my head. Visions when I listen to music, assumptions when I interact with people. None of us have the same experiences in this life. I'm alone, and my soul has already found some sort of happiness but it's not letting me in on the secret. I know I won't feel alone anymore when I figure out what it is my own self is hiding from me.
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