Life an exaggeration of a dream an illusion cast
by deceiving eyes a feeling of internal devastation
left by ones own reflection
, we continue life with a void
of darkness an emptiness a hole meant to be filled
by ones most inner feeling
; what if that feel was gone due to the lack of presence of emotion,
or washed away like currents of an ocean, the ocean is like
a human being, light on the outside but deep down dark and
full of darkness due to the lack of sun or for us lack of happiness
And that's where our shadows mimic us and consume our souls leading
us into a misenterpation disbelief of reality And yet leading us co
exist with our own
demons demonstrating we're are all even.

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