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Dec 2012
reality is subjective

this one thing that is often forgot

reality and truth is something we are always yearning for

interpreted by our beings

mixed with the feelings we create inside

yours might be different then mine

how do you know what is

if its subjected to your minds eye

reality will never stop playing games

not to mess with you

its just how life's made

everything we espy, embrace and acknowledge

is deciphered in alternatives

basic on the past and our purpose in life

"reality" is scripted fictions

when that gets shattered

brains become dysfunctional matter

for the true reality world is to harsh, cold

to bare on one poor soul
Bailey Ann
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Bailey Ann  Saslatoon/Montreal
(Saslatoon/Montreal)   
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