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Viseract Jul 2020
Sunken eyes, wretched mind
This void I feel is my demise
The depths to which can't be described
Reality, the biggest lie

I wander roads that can't go wrong
So will you miss me when I'm gone?
I'm right here yet so far away
Will you be the one who stays?
The subtlety of disassociation
Justin S Wampler May 2014
Lately, it seems
people having dreams
wake abruptly
to the sirens wailing
or the crows cawing
and the harsh realization
dawns on their faces
that these noises
that these dreams
that this reality
comes from within
themselves.
I don't dream very often, and I miss it dearly.

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