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I ran into a fantasy.
I hear it flowing beside me.
There's nothing left to hurt anymore, don't you see fantasy?
You see me bleed, in such a need, of a reality.
Myself will not be, what all I can succeed.
Fantasy, be my seed inside my deadly head.
Grow to be a story, that doesn't leave me dead.
My head is here.
My body near.
_J.B.
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Author:
LaFantome147 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2017 09:50
- Category: Reflection
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