Sometimes I like to close my eyes

And trick myself into thinking I am somewhere

Someone else

That my life up until this point has been a bad dream

That my real life is beautiful


Sometimes i like to let my body go numb

And not let myself feel

The numbness may be bland

But it beats the sting of what's real


Sometimes I like to remember when things were grand

Then I remind myself that time has passed


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