Behind Reality

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My horrific anguish is unspoken
My bones lie broken
My life is worthless
My mind just worsens
My love is evaporated
My heartbreak uncompensated
My personality faded
My face inevitably hated
My body is insanity's blurb
My pain is well deserved

This reality a vile thing
To evoke all these emotions
But we all deep down
Believe none of this commotion
For there is black and there is white
There is dark and there is light
And here is a test of our inner fight
One last wall of unimaginable height
The reality is not vile, as you will find
Once you conquer the wall that keeps you behind

Your mind.

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