Time tells different stories.
Love breaks and builds.
Some days it's all fun and smiles,
and some days I'm left pained and in anger.
Reprieved off my dreams,
a revive from my sleep
pushed me to escape from my truth
into fiction, into my own madness.
Making up strange and convoluted lies
deceiving myself from reality
letting go of my sanity.
I become cruel to myself.
I let go of myself and
let fate push me to my end.
Whether it be an amusing one
or a tragic one that descends.
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