Posted on April 4, 2013 at 1:33pm
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For as long as I can remember I have had several other lives inside my head. When I was little, I remember walking like 10 metres behind my mum on our way to school every morning, so I could talk to myself and day dream. Ever since then, every time that I am walking alone, I day dream. And, usually, it isn't even nice thing I'm dreaming about. It's being attacked, or hurt. It's people I love getting hurt. It's all these different scenarios. At first it was only walking, but now I do it at…
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