Short, Not Sweet.
A pack of individuals who are really all the same,
To think that we're unique is bordering on insane.
Make up that special someone, anyone but you,
Peter Pan or Wendy, as furthest from what's true.
Go to that special place, that's far away from here,
Put all your cares aside and deny your inner fear.
A delusion in reality to keep our thoughts at bay,
But fantasy is the trap that leads us all astray...
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