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I am looking for the self-confidence
and trust I lost when the dream stopped
eyes confined to sensory reality, I cannot
breathe, there is no space for me, nauseous
with fear I am sitting here
The image of this world will suffocate me,
I decide to evacuate my body, I cannot stay
here, head contracting in pain, I shall serve
as required, but my visions will make my
arms strong, protect my thoughts
Provide the oxygen, be the sweet nectar
that fills my heart with joy I need to smile,
without a happy idea time imprisons me
in an empty, dark place, once the vision
is in place, I shall work like a fiend!
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