Infinite Baths

Nothing is real. Nothing lasts. All stories. Looped and looping. Fake. Everything is fake. I can’t hold it. I can’t. It all can be cut out and rearranged and pasted. It’s not real.

it’s all not real. I’m not real. I’m not. It doesn’t matter. You don’t see?

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