Escape
Every being has their limits
As the world grows colder
We grow stronger and smarter
Yet rest does not come with sleep
Nor does it come with machines
The relief is inside of us
Inside our creations and dreams
Imense worlds of characters not yet lived
Epic stories of heroes of the past
This is what gives me my comfort
Keep your world and keep your lies
I find my solace with those inside
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