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It wasn't real? I imagined it?
You say you want someone real,
like every second we spent together was a dream,
or a nightmare,
I don't know how you think of us.
You say you want someone real,
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Loves
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Papyrus
I walled myself in with paper three days ago. I used my old fashioned-blow torch to melt the door of my office shut, and pressed my desk and my chair up against it.
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