No real me.

Jun 9

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There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

– American Psycho

About masonplayer0991

I'm one of those birds of paradise that have seen too many hurricanes, too many monsoons, and too many tourists, but still seems to bloom on a daily basis. i write to disentangle my brain. i have no plans of ever being published, or really ever being read outside of this website. it is my escape, my coping mechanism, my translation for myself. i don't think i would be half as together as i am, without it.

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