Man Man's Cry

I think you made me up inside your head.

The world is dark, and I feel dead.

The gaiety, the flowers, portraits hanging on the wall

Do nothing to make this seem real at all.

The memories, with faces blurred, would burn,

But I feel nothing; and for pain I yearn,

To tell me this is all as it's supposed to be.

For now, it all feels fake to me.

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Our world
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