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dreams & hallucinations
the stepping stones of reality
i must be dreaming
this can't be happening
oh, 'spose it really is
my life
my leg jerks from the bottomless falls
which startle me
my soul aches from the sight of ghosts
who follow me
now, don't you dare
don't you dare forget about me
but they're just figments
like sleeping hearts
averted gazes
he said she said mentalities
& self-fulfilling prophecies
but i swore that i was real
that this life counted for something beyond
self-talk & affirmations
to create a different realm of truth
bound to destruction
sabotage
& loathing
because i have a cynical mind
am alone all the time
& haven't got a clue
how rarely people really think about you
now, please be nice
please be nice when you talk about me
i'm made of sensitivity
i may make it easy
but easy & good
never work in tandem
because nothing ever is
how it should be
& i never am
who i could be
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figments
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