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It's all in your head,
They said.
All the thoughts.
All the figures.
All the shadows.
It's a figment of your imagination.
A mere variable added to the equation
That was never there.
From the start it was just you-
No one else
Nothing more.
One day
You built a safe haven
Because you wanted a place to hide.
On the next
You created a friend
Because you didn't want to be alone.
But you need to wake up-
Oh,
You must!
Child, wake up and see that this fantasy
Will never be your reality.
As good as it seems
It will never be.
Stop smelling the roses
And see the thorns that are pricking your side.
You think it's so sweet
But really it's just poison down your throat.
So wake up.
Wake up before this dream
Becomes your prison.
May 28, 2013
Lani Foronda
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Lani Foronda  San Francisco
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