Take me to the place I know.
The lake that looks cold, where the wind stings your skin.
Take me there, away from here. Away from
saltine tears and diminishing reality.
Take me to the place I think I know.
The cliff by the sea, where the waves crash loudly.
Take me there, take me anywhere.
I don't even know what is reality.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC
Take me to the place I know.
The lake that looks cold, where the wind stings your skin.
Take me there, away from here. Away from
saltine tears and diminishing reality.
Take me to the place I think I know.
The cliff by the sea, where the waves crash loudly.
Take me there, take me anywhere.
I don't even know what is reality.
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