Theiving the world Of what it could be What is it, I wonder It's nothing, but reality. Fantasies run wild In our vivid minds But the theive called reality Steals what it finds. It grows on our dreams, Our fantasies, our lives Swallowing it all, Our imagination, it strives.
Reason for writing:
A dream. Not wanting to wake up for the world,for reality. it's too real. it's too painful. i wrote it because...when i was having hard times i'd dream so many dreams....and when it was time to wake up, i'd cry for having to go through another day. such pain.
Birth sign: Gemini
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