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people always told me that i'm living in my own world. they've told me to snap out of it, but i never could seem to do so. it's not that i'm crazy, no. i am not crazy at all, but everyone else seems to think so. reality and i never had a good relationship. reality was never my kind of partner. i like to call myself a dreamer. my dreams and i built a home together. we've touched each other. we've walked down roads paved with emeralds and jasper. ate golden pears and thought clear thoughts. watched frozen clocks and opened presents. my dreams and i were infatuated with each other. they can strap me to this plastic bed in this hospital and shove these pills down my throat, but i will always be with my dreams. reality has no place within me. i will sew my dreams to my wrists and i will wear the necklace my dreams gave me around my neck. i will wear this noose around my neck. i will wear it faithfully.