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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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