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It’s almost like if I was able to

I would just slide into a natural rhythm

Where sounds and words mean everything

Where the sleepless nights and sweaty hands were absent

I’d still have subjects I’m sure

Although these flaws are truly majestic

Sometimes you just need to find sanctuary though

You’ve disassociated with disillusionment

Because the illusion turned out distinct from the delusion and you realized you create your own worlds

These reaching and indomitable dreams