....Is nothing more than fictionary.
The breath escaping my lips,
Is nothing more than fantasy.
Like a day mare,
I walk through life each day.
Never really awake;
Never really asleep.
Like a night mare,
I sleep right through the pain.
Never really alive;
Not close enough to dead.
When you have nothing left to lose,
You have nothing left to hide.
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