I remember back in high school when every problem disappeared if I sat in my room and read long enough book. Everything faded, nothing was permanent.
I have a whole stack of books on my desk, waiting to erase my dinghy world.
But things are different.
The world won't forget about me, no matter how long I try to forget about it.
Have I just been destined to live in seclusion since day one?
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