Some days I can walk for hours and hours. When the bush is too thick, it can seem like you walk for hours only to travel a couple of meters.
I guess I'll look at my scratches and bruises and pretend I had the company of someone to beat me up a little.
When you're alone for as long as I've been here, you can think the strangest thoughts.
When I was a small doll, Reality Forest was the scariest fairytale I'd ever read. Now I'm grown and I'm trapped in the fairytale. My name is Matthew, and these are my adventures in Reality Forest.
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