i made myself a man
a man of cream and cheese
of stars and dreams
to hold me tight
on my pillow at night
i made myself a dream
a dream of spiders and lies
a dream that falls and dies
a dream in which you held my hand
but in reality you just ran
i told myself lies
shook my head, closed my eyes
i didn’t want to hear the truth
didn’t want to cry
but now i'm left wondering why















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Delusion harms, yet it can save your soul.
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I understood writing could be dangerous. I didn't realize the danger came from the machinery.
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