Everything
Everything doesn't feel real
touch
its all in your imagination
this is all a dream
we are all inside
your head can't you see
its all nothing but a memory
just close your eyes
go to sleep there's
nothing to fear
but life itself
But this is the
end of the poem
there's no time
left to continue
writing so this is how it'll end
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