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vain unreality
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a small amount of potential i stared at my hands
trying to remember where i came from
struggled to see through my eyelids
searched to hear the voice speaking to me
what is real?
remembering what was happening to me
my body grew cold
couldn't i just go back, this once?
and remain in fantasy for a while longer
away from all that likes to bring me down
the days come and go
sometimes, i just want to
f a d e
o u t
couldn't i just go back, this once?
and remain in fantasy for a while longer
away from all that likes to bring me down
And yet, like always, the answer is no. Good writing, though.