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not sure if this would be a poem, or just a thought


QTpie87

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In slumber one suffers with truth and pain

while consious the mind fabricates not only the living, but the dead

Not showing the real world, only a lie made to be my truth

but how beautiful are the songs they bring

was it never theirs,did it come from me?

emotions sing their songs while I sleep

my own little wold where I can escape

It has to be real, it can't be a dream.

Dreaming is awake, awake is dreaming

what is and isn't real?

so beatiful but so far from reach

was it ever, and is it now

will this ever be my real world?

no longer can we tell between the truth and a lie

I don't have one true life

this place may confuse you and I

i'm you, you're me....

this dream must end, someone please wake me from my sleep.

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