The Reader
I long for worlds I have never seen.
I am weak with nostalgia for people I’ve never met.
I grieve, broken from the loss of an imaginary friend.
I am giddy at the prospect of pretending to meet these nonexistent loved ones again.
A show every Friday night at seven.
New chapter release on the first of the month.
The game comes out in time for Christmas.
I am fulfilled, thrilled, excited
I laugh, fight, cry, fall in love, win, lose,
Live
Able to forget
For a brief span of time
That this adventure too must end
And I will be faced
With the dead air
The closed book
The black screen
And unforgiving reality.
Fresh Hell 
Who needs reality
The world is a dying fantasy
Welcome to my dream world
Come with me, have a twirl
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Ah, it’s better here, thanks for letting me visit! I’ll just rest safely here until the next Dr. Who episode comes on if it’s alright with you!
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Last night’s Doctor Who episode was about giant spiders
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I know! I actually started the episode, then decided to put it off and watch Haunting of Hill House instead, because it’ll only feel like Halloween for two more days.
Was the Doctor Who episode Halloweeny?
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No not at all. But I’ve halloween 🎃 poem for you
https://wp.me/p6B6QE-Cy
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ooh!
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