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Everyday I go to bed in one world, and wake up in another world subtly different from the last.

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I never really could see the “face” on the Moon...

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With a life long fear of heights, I used to take comfort from being on the ground.

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After many nights alone I find myself sharing my bed once again.

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I’ve been underground for so long that I’ve lost track of time.

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It can be rough when a loved one suffers from depression.

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I drove through a small, seemingly empty and abandoned town that wasn’t on any maps.

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Gazing upon the faint, glimmering lights above, I raise my lantern...

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As I walk through the door blood caresses my feet, the smell of rotting flesh fills my nostrils, and the strained sounds of dying last gasps pour into my ears.

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Curled up in my empty bathtub, I place my ear over the drain…

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Everyday I go to bed in one world, and wake up in another world subtly different from the last.	21
I never really could see the “face” on the Moon...	20
With a life long fear of heights, I used to take comfort from being on the ground.	20
After many nights alone I find myself sharing my bed once again.	19
I’ve been underground for so long that I’ve lost track of time.	18
It can be rough when a loved one suffers from depression.	18
I drove through a small, seemingly empty and abandoned town that wasn’t on any maps.	18
Gazing upon the faint, glimmering lights above, I raise my lantern...	17
As I walk through the door blood caresses my feet, the smell of rotting flesh fills my nostrils, and the strained sounds of dying last gasps pour into my ears.	17
Curled up in my empty bathtub, I place my ear over the drain…	17