Ambitions are one of my personalities, but I don't follow through. Ambitions are my weakness in life, but my ambitions are turned into dreams. Dreams that makes me leave reality. Dreams that makes my world so vague. So surreal. So much colors. Colors that blinds the eye. Characters and the scene looks like cartoons. I feel like Alice in Wonderland.
But I am stuck in a world of fiction. I tried to get out, but the more I do the more I become a prisoner. A prisoner suffocated by the ashy air. Ashy air that could kill. And I am dying. Dying slowly. I am trying to breathe. Before I could take my last breath, I was out. Out the world of fake.
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