Stuck

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I sit still.

Thinking.

Breathing.

Is this living?

The power runs through my veins.

Like poison,

Dangerous,

Not for me, but for others.

I don't know what to feel.

So let me be!

I want to live in a life of fantasies.

Even if it's full of fake relationships full of power and trust.

I know I can expand my boundries.

But for now....

I sit still.

Breathing.

Thinking...

Tell me, is this living!?

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