Reality check

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Living in my fantasies is just so peaceful,

I don't have to do anything,

I don't have to speak to anyone,

There's no one to call me ugly words,

like clumsy and disgraceful


Surrounded by people who I can trust wholeheartedly,

there're no regressive ideas there,

No silencing anyone for any opinion they bear.

It's a place which I can call home,

where I can feel whole once more

no shunning people out,

Where I can tell my tales with a head held high,

where I'm not forced to lie


But however much I dream,

a small voice inside of me,

reminds me there's a future to check on,

to face the reality.

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