As the wind whistles
The rain ripple
The Raven reaps
The willows weep
The flowers sing
a lullaby
As the people
start to cry
All the kids
start to shake
Cuz they know
Reality is fake
Fake like this
Fake like me
Fake like everything
that we see
Nothing's real
Nothing's new
Everything's fake
Just like you...
*During Typing this my father
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The poem is right but, reality is fake. I enjoy your writing, it's all so well done.
Peace. Me
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bring your mother. do not let him do that. your too beautiful to let that happen to ypu
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