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‘Reality’ is an empty promise A word manufactured and fitted To address this infectious disease Us humans call life Because material items, Deeply rooted beliefs, And honest emotions, Only exist within our heads And if my perception were to be so askew As to deem myself dead Then I’m living in the 7th ring of hell We are fragments of projected images A wasteland for forgotten dreams, Useless prototypes, From the stars that shine in our imaginary minds We are just fragments of a masterpiece That we cannot even see
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
Fragments
‘Reality’ is an empty promise A word manufactured and fitted To address this infectious disease Us humans call life Because material items, Deeply rooted beliefs, And honest emotions, Only exist within our heads And if my perception were to be so askew As to deem myself dead Then I’m living in the 7th ring of hell We are fragments of projected images A wasteland for forgotten dreams, Useless prototypes, From the stars that shine in our imaginary minds We are just fragments of a masterpiece That we cannot even see
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
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