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I could dream of reality
But I’m not imaginative enough
To cover all of the sad concepts
That in the end form the entirety of reality
But I’m not imaginative enough
To cover all of the sad concepts
That in the end form the entirety of reality
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Monsters Under My Bed
Monsters.
Monsters are under my bed.
I would try and get help.
But people would laugh at me.
'There's no such thing as monsters!' They would tell me.
They didn't know how wrong they were.
The monsters were horrible.
They taunted me, raking their ethereal claws across my face, leaving invisible scars.
People wondered why I was so 'different'.
It was the mental scars that changed me, making me into a whole new person.
Go ahead, tell me that monsters don't exist.
I dare you.
But one day, you'll be their next victim.
And you're going to regret every single word that slipped past your lips.
One night, the monsters crawled out of their hiding.
They
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I Wonder
I wonder if you think of me.
I wonder how you really see.
I don't see how you could care.
What you did just isn't fair.
You've given me so much pain.
I'm going even more insane.
I don't think I'll ever be okay.
I will think of you everyday.
Part of me prays for you.
I know it's so wrong to do,
But still I want you so bad.
You are the best thing I ever had.
You made me feel so much bliss.
I never will get over this.
Looking for some kind of cure.
Why can't it be back like before?
You said that we would together.
Friendship would last forever.
Without you I said I'd be dead.
At least that would be in your head.
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Loneliness
Loneliness,
Creeps upon me,
eats through my heart 'till there's nothing left.
And when the storm is all through,
I find myself looking through the dying rain to foresee another darkened tunnel,
leading to another darkened road, which branches off in many different directions
that all lead to a point of no return.
Memories of good times left in the past
haunt me,
taunt me,
and, bid me to return
but I look at the road sign it's battered with age
worn, tattered, and barely legible.
The path I had once walked has been forever rendered inaccessible.
The sands of time have cursed me,
they have left me to wander forever alone through a cruel wo
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I understand. But still I'm puzzled. It is true yet, I don't believe it is.