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Dreaming about reality,

Talking to myself.

As I lose my identity

I can’t help feeling so free.

My freedom was in that dream

And my kingdom was in that reality,

A reality that wasn’t real,

It was a lost dream,

A little wondering soul,

So lost and so fragile.

When she looked in the mirror

She saw her reflection,

But her lack of identity

Made her forget it.

She was me,

I just couldn’t remember,

So I kept myself in my dream

While she was floating in her reality.

It’s painful when we lose a part of us,

But as time goes by

We understand it was right,

And what it was then a big fuss

It’s now a state of composure and liberty.

But, if this is what I wanted

Then why do I miss what I once had?

I guess we never lose ourselves entirely,

There’s always a little part that remains.

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~ by Mo'иica on February 15, 2009.