The people around me aren't real.
They're like ghosts in the walls
or like robots in the halls
they don't think or eat or drink
they don't breathe or cry or blink
they like what I like to do
and they have the exact view
that has been created for only them
in a lab with physics and chem
They don't read, they scan the page
they don't feel calmness or burning rage
they don't have opinions, they always agree
they don't hurt, and they don't heal
cause they are around me
but they aren't real.
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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ✦ 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 ❊ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 �...