Addiction
Cultivated in a sense,
Where things aren't real,
Everything is imaginary,
That is the way I feel.
Stuck in a realm,
Of reality and illusion,
Caught in a space,
Where time is confusion.
Torn between loves,
Things I try to hide,
Everything is wanted,
But will never be mine.
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