Fiction
We built our kingdom on hopes and dreams--
Our castle will never fall.
Our fears, our faults, our insecurities--
Here, they mean nothing at all.
We rule the land as King and Queen--
Eternally on our thrones.
But nothing is ever as it seems--
We made our illusion our home.
We trapped our minds in this world,
Escaping the one we lived in.
Time rolled by, the pages unfurled,
Our story is nothing but fiction.
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