in RealityA Poem by ConstanceA hard, fragile gem so rigid it can only shatter under stress A shout and a whisper forever bound as one harsh illusion Is reality That place most would try dilgently to escape now and again When if they would stay and lend a hand, it could be better, This reality And in reality, one cannot abscond from onesself, not for a moment And self is what most truly want to leave behind, because we create Our own reality
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