Not
Dark,
twisting,
convulsing.
Not right,
not me,
not real.
It's memory,
it's thought.
But it's not real.
Lost hope,
dark dreams,
not true;
Doesn't exist.
Gone,
not here
somewhere.
Somewhere I'm not.
But not here.
Not real.
Not.
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