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Imaginary world



on this day I pray not to find truth nor falsehood
let me stay ignorant of the blood and shame
for it's all the same

it's all the same

let me dream awake of flowers and fairies
let me play the fool who knows nothing of life as it is
reality is just another state of being
I am not
nor ever will I be ~mature
burdened with dark thoughts and painful shame


I am a child of the trees
of the butterflies and bees
and I wander in wonder of all that beauty
so few people truly notice, or so it seems
I might be strange and at fault
but just let me be
maybe I was never meant to live this long
and become deadened like thee



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