I am a dreamer.
The medicine takes effect at 9:30 every night, so that I can no longer hear the noisy heartbeat while sleeping.
I gradually couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and became addicted to the lies I made up.
I am a despicable person. I never want to love others, but I beg others to love me. I hurt others, but beg for forgiveness.
This is my own one-man show. This messy and scattered life is a dream created by me.
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