Escapism
Though I have an image, There is no reflection.
Seems I should be striving for perfection.
Constant thoughts cloud my mind condescending people all the time
So is this the human race?
Could I ever leave this place?
Should I ever call this home even though I feel alone?
Take this as a credence my old friend.
Soon to be with you again. No I’m not dead
Just happy places in my head.
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