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This Is Not Real Life

Well, here I am On the wrong edge of paradise Waiting to see How my world falls apart! Is this a dream? How could this be real life? I’m Spiralling out of this plain of existence! If this is real life, why am I just a thought In someone else’s reality I Think about my life and I can’t distinguish If i’m real, or if this is some hellscape or dream. This is not real life I know now that it’s true And I am stuck in here without escape What, oh what can I do? To be human like you Instead of this empty shell I inhabit

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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