Things are never what they seem. Not by my doing.
In the land of make believe things are so simple. In this place I am truly free, a place where no one is watching. To me watching is a form of harrassing me. I verified once again unwanted eyes are on me.
The man like me, last night in my dream, asked me if I needed help. Help me I said. Hold on, I am on my way.
Black, his eyes were black and I smiled, for I knew it was just a dream and his words were empty. For his words have been empty before, I knew he was not on his way. For in this place of make believe it is easy to see when words are spoken with the emptyness of the souls from the mouths they leave.
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