Completely detached.
Dissociation?
No reality but mine.
Nothing is real.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing is the same as it is in your world.
The hair thats cut, always grows back by the time I am submerged back into your reality.
Like leaves falling in winter.
They have to go.
The skin that is burnt isnt hurt.
The steam water from the shower isnt felt.
Fire's very flame itself is nonexistant here.
Cuts dont bleed here.
In yours, yes. When I'm back in yours there will be blood.
But they dont bleed here.
Nothing is as it seems in my world.
Welcome to my reality.
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