Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Yeah, I...Ā I understand. Itās as if I donāt Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā belongĀ here at all...Ā Ā likeĀ everything I Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā knowĀ aboutĀ myselfĀ andĀ this place is Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā just... a lie. ā
what a weird feeling, to be so certain that your entire life in this little town was fake. she sleeps and dreams of going up the stage, or playing the xylophone for orphanage children while a childhood friend plays the drums... she wakes up and thinks that none of these are dreams, but memories. she ends up spilling all of these thoughts to Dawn, as they wander around the boardwalk together. the stars are already out, countless - if she had to guess, itās probably past midnight by now.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ah, sorry. I think I rambled too much... Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Iām just relieved someone understands Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā me. I hope I didnāt bore you...Ā ā
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