A friend says it, then.
All I see is escapism.
As fast as legs can carry him.
He is what he's fleeing from.
Inner peace?
Certainty?
"What will be will be?"
Make a trope of tragedy.
Hope dies.
I live.
All I've ever been.
Illusion keeping on.
Delusion keeping on.
Reality made me
and everything I want to see,
I want to see.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
A friend says it, then.
All I see is escapism.
As fast as legs can carry him.
He is what he's fleeing from.
Inner peace?
Certainty?
"What will be will be?"
Make a trope of tragedy.
Hope dies.
I live.
All I've ever been.
Illusion keeping on.
Delusion keeping on.
Reality made me
and everything I want to see,
I want to see.
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