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Reality? or the deepest part of you?

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DSometimes I wonder...
Do I really belong here, or am I just pretending?

Is this reality or simply a fragile world my mind painted, a shelter for a soul too tired to face the truth?

I laugh, I speak, I exist....

yet deep inside, I'm still searching.
Searching for someone who feels the same silence,
who knows what it's like to stand in a crowded room
and still feel like a ghost....

Am I alone? 
Am I the only one? 

I don't know it... 

Maybe I'll never find them.
Maybe this is the curse of being awake in a dream
that never ends.All Rights Reserved

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