Realynn Lyric, She is the girl with many names. She is the type of girl to get her arrows and slings out of a dumpster. Her heart is sewn close to the seems of a young man's sleeve. She has no enemies, just friends who steal from her when she's not home.
Reality;
Reality is such a trivial thing.I have a lot of time to think about what reality is, especially considering I don’t really sleep anymore. I have drifted in and out of unconsciousness but sleep evades me. Reality is only defined by me, what I feel, touch, see, pretty much anything that is in my center area of the universe. Which is what makes my entire life so odd to me. Randomly amnesia slips over my body. I forget important things, I act weird.
I am rambling, I have been up far too long. My mind can not focus.
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10 months ago
