These objects around me
Suddenly they have no value
Mere creations of industry
Existing inside my focus
Material products
And feelings alike
Give way to fear
Of losing my world
I put on my mask
Fake smiles abundant
Falsified emotions
Only real for my world
Under I am terrified
Petrified of losing
Half of my entire world
That I love so dearly
Sick to my stomach
Filled with horror
All else seems empty
Faced with this fear
Faith giving way
To this terrible feeling
I will always choose the other half
Or so I once thought
My heart weeps
My soul cries out
Terrible fear rips
Away at my being
My world, you must stay
Or come back to me
And fulfill your promises
So that I can release this fear
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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