I chased magical lands
Dragons, talking cats, gods
I imagined the life of
My cat as my own
Anywhere but the dungeon
I became lost in these lands
They're just stories
I wish i could fall into the pages
Get your nose out of those books
I longed to escape my own story
and become the writer,
not the written
-fairytales

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The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.