Reality
I could speak a million languages , whisper , scream or shout. Id still feel alone , like, whats he talking bout? Some say, i speak with nonsense. Others say, i speak insanity. In all actuality , i plea with humanity. Im mad, sad , angry, and fed up to. Im asking many question. Which may not relate. To you. I share my experience, and disclose my emotion. But, if there where only some magic. Id drink a magic potion. Instead of a cocktail, or two. Just, praying im not alone. Cuz, im insecure. How much, of the worlds views. Should have an effect on me? Id, say none. But thats not realality.
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