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Nobody Else Is Really Here

I think what I want most in the world is to be free,

but freedom is just a dream I had,

one night,

when my mind was feeling extra generous.

I think what I want most in the world is to exist without feeling I do,

but I’m trapped,

because life is like that,

and even if you didn’t sign up,

you still have to serve your full term,

and pay your debt,

to a society that forced you into forcing your way through it.

I think what I want most in the world is to be somebody else,

or to be the me that people expect and appear to want,

but it’s too late,

and nobody else is really here.

Nobody else is really here.

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