Tragedy

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shattered glass pieces all over the room 

clocks turning the wrong time , why do I even care ?

a voice in my mind said , dear ,don't gloom 

cause you are not in some nightmare 


"Where am i ?" i asked .

no sound , no voice.

the future, present or past ?

do i even have a choice ?


to live or to exist ? 

must have live in my own fantasy bliss.

darkness , but i must rise  in the midst 

to face reality , full of twists 





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