Reality can be deceptive, it plays with us and seems to change, every second shimmers with fascinatingly bright colors and beckons, as if it wants to swallow. Usually we refuse it and live an ordinary life: grow up, lick our wounds, go to work and have a family. But what if someone decides to join this game, and then plunge into it with his head?
I wrote these poems in Russian back in March 2023. This is my nostalgia for what I saw in my native Creepypasta fandom in 2015-2017.
Russian (original) text:
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