I eat although I am not hungry, I drink although I am not thirsty, I sleep although I am not to sleep, I dream although I prefer to be in a real world, I sit alone although I need others' company, I suffer from this world, but I am still amid it, I run to the rear although I need to walk straight... What's wrong with this world Of mine? I don't know. I'm really unhappy and I'm completely sad... ______________________________________________________________________
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