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Living in the now, new memories are made
 Day by day the old r erased
What is this place? Bcuz this world
Has changed;  it ain't the same, like them good ol' days.

Now
Confused .
High.
Up in smoke.
Lost in a dream.
How can i be so alive, but be so dead?

Is this my test..  my trial and tribulations; Realization;
Unraveling  rationalizations.
We're the product of our own  imagination...

Questions.....
© Melissa Withers