My Escape

Beneath that shell in which I reside,
You are not forgotten,
You are not forgiven.
You will not see happiness there,
But you won't see sadness either.
You would love to dive in,
Seeing the beautiful crust of shell.
You would be intrigued by it,
But don't trust it, those are illusions.
Created by me to escape my reality,
The dreams which turn into words.
Where reality is shattered,
And all over in shards of glass.
Where imagination forms beautiful clouds,
And seeps out to join with the grass.
Where eternal love and prayers won't make you tired,
Where your worth and existence would be admired.

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