Shadows

43| reality

Reality

I throw myself out of the bed like I was ready for the day

I did my routine like a well-done molded clay

Everyday I locked myself in a same old melody

I tried to ride along the perfect harmony

But it all seems an agony for me

And when I jumped back to bed, it seems a relief

But in reality, a blank canvas and crystal water put me to sleep.

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Miss Heartstrong