the feeling i get as i drift from existence
reality behind me left in the distance
i'm consumed in a world thats inscripted in ink
this world is its own, leaving freedom to think
an escape from this turmoil, no worries in mind
hidden in a place that no one can find
but everything good must come to an end
its slowly over as my eyes descend
left hoping for more but it can not be
that place was my world and a large part of me
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