Blur
Another day, how can I lay here
Staring into what? I'm not quite sure.
My memory is a blur.
What I know, I'm not quite sure.
I'm not sure if what I've seen was a dream or reality.
Who's to say if what I've seen wasn't a fantasy?
Reality to me is no different than a dream.
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