Here I am, wasting away inside
a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is
stay in the story.
If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I’d ask her why on
earth she would ever trade a single second of the world
she’s in for the one in which I’m stuck

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“It is amazing how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one o…”