Never switch on the lamp. Liar. Okay fine, when it's reaching 8 pm then I realize it's too dark. Talk alone. Lonely. Very lonely. Nobody to talk to, except to your imaginary friends. My imaginary friends; that I can yell, I can beat, I can push, I can slap.
Stop.
Did I mention friend... S?
What life is this?
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