WHAT I LONG FOR

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In the current world,

I live with a disguise,

Everyday finding a new place to hide,

A new place to reside,

My heart is a bookshelf,

My mind a fictitious prisoner,

Sometimes I am a witch or a wizard,

Sometimes an avenger,

To escape reality,

I find refuge in katanas,

While protecting my kin,

Protecting all ohanas,

I want to meet the dead,

Unleash all my power,

Sing fabulously,

Or dance in flowers,

I want to see the future or have a fate,

I want to live in outer space or in a world I create,

An archer, a hunter, a queen nonetheless,

My malady is not them being real,

My malady is not being them.

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