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For all the things that aren't  And all the things that are This is That wasn't And those  Might not even be As if one could be two and three could be none Existence is nothing save appearance My reality is broken  I came into being  Knowing things for certain  Until I was proven otherwise After that My reality was a pile of thought nots and never were's My reality never really was A being of endless possibility In a world of fall flat imagination I dream to live I dream of being I dream the days into years And those years will never stack up We'll be in groundhog day forever Your reality I'm living it In my world Paper cuts bleed worse than a stabbed back Broken bones ache worse than a shattered conscience  My reality  Is now I'm in a world mirrored twice to the opposite of what you used to know I'm in a world so twisted and ******* up that the only way to stop it is with a cork This reality Is real So for all the things that are And all the things that aren't This is That wasn't  And those Might not even be This is My reality Mitchell S. Bartlett
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
My Reality
For all the things that aren't  And all the things that are This is That wasn't And those  Might not even be As if one could be two and three could be none Existence is nothing save appearance My reality is broken  I came into being  Knowing things for certain  Until I was proven otherwise After that My reality was a pile of thought nots and never were's My reality never really was A being of endless possibility In a world of fall flat imagination I dream to live I dream of being I dream the days into years And those years will never stack up We'll be in groundhog day forever Your reality I'm living it In my world Paper cuts bleed worse than a stabbed back Broken bones ache worse than a shattered conscience  My reality  Is now I'm in a world mirrored twice to the opposite of what you used to know I'm in a world so twisted and ******* up that the only way to stop it is with a cork This reality Is real So for all the things that are And all the things that aren't This is That wasn't  And those Might not even be This is My reality Mitchell S. Bartlett
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
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