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Unwillingly she sat.
Head tilted to the sky,
eyelids rested with power.
Already destined for a chosen fate
for she was too indifferent
of her Own reality.
Blankets and sheets,
walls and windows,
each attached to her dwelling
held only
Delusion.
Her extroverted fantasies,
trapped within the four walls
of her rectangular room,
bothered the neighbors;
They banged so loud.
The only setting she’d
found content
was her dreams.
Each one so different,
it let her run
just far enough
till the thrill stopped
and the sheets and blankets
and walls and windows
Called her name,
and like that.
transported the girl
to her reality,
that she thought so Little about.
In the finite,
complex human lifespan
the mind escapeth through time,
with the help of a passion
dipping its toes
In the pool of actuality
but never jumping in.
Her unfulfilled,
Disheartened delusion.
Ever her snores
have an underlying
Melancholic tone.
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