By Lori Miller
I want to escape this fake existence that
has my soul held captive.
I long for the imaginary to become real.
To no longer have the emotions to feel.
Meditating until there is a change, from
these evil days.
My mind has become a maze, and there seems
to be no exit to the truth.
It's becoming hard to tell what is wrong, or
what is right.
When it's day, or when it's night.
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