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Escape From Reality
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Persona Paradise Tv.
Music.
People
around me
talking.
Radio.
Noise.
Sound.
Why does it
seem as if
I have a
pleading,
dying,
wanting
desire
to have it surround me?
If it is not
people,
It has to be
music.
If it is not
music,
It is the
television.
If it is not the
television,
It has to be the
radio.
Why?
Simple!
It is the fear
of being completely
and utterly
alone!
A fear.
A feeling.
I fear it all the
same.
I hate it.
I
do not
want
it
near
me
ever
again!
I have
drowned
in it
for
tweleve years
too many.
Four,
beginning years
of bliss,
tweleve years
of
lonliness and
abuse
(verbal and
mental),
and
a few
okay
months
or weeks
of
little pain,
little heartache,
little abuse,
and a
tiny bit
of
love
and
truth
thrown
into
the
mix,
creates a
very broken,
unmendable,
unable to heal,
torm limb
from
limb
child
left
to hurt,
die,
and decay
alone.
Tv.
Music.
Radio.
People
around
her.
They all
save
her from
that
realization
for just
a
tiny,
tinsie-
winsie
bit
longer.
And the
longer
it
is
the
happier
she
can
pretend
to
be.
Bored of
the
Tv,
She turns
to her
music
and
a
good
book,
so
the
she may
escape the
realization
of her life
for just
a
tiny
bit
longer.
Weeping,
Willow
