Fantasy

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Reality is what one dreads,

Fantasy is what one is lead to

Be unchained and run away to 

the Neverland that is never to be

or be locked up in the sad,

depressing reality.

Am I allowed to wonder,

the forests of Wonderland?

To see the marble sky that

traps us from what's above. 

To find what is hiding deep below,

hiding all the way in my heart.


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