Reality
I'm surrounded by clear blue water
Diving deeper into the abyss we call the ocean
Searching for something
I lost a long time ago
And the only problem is
That I don't know what I'm searching for
And I will die a little inside
When I wake up from this dream
And face the cruel reality of life
Knowing I'm missing something
Yet not knowing what it is I'm missing
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bprater
My name is B. N. Prater. I'm a freshman in college with a passion for writing. I aspire to become a published author sometime after I graduate.I also enjoy writing poetry. It allows me to break from writing near 5 to 600 words every day and just express myself in a compact, and often beautiful way.
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