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Are We Real?

There's an illusion,

Of things portrayed,

Because the reality,

Seems a lot different,

Than what I see,

Making me question,

One thing -

Are we even real?


In this universe, unexplored and unknown at its ends, we live in the hope - of days better where we are loved unapologetically, where we love fearlessly and where there are more good days than bad; we live in the moments between two laughs, breathing the fragrance of seasonal changes, experiencing life as it comes, living without worrying; we live for tomorrows at night and todays in the morning; we live, somehow, sometimes even without that hope, pushing and pulling ourselves through moments heavy; we live; but, are we even real? Is any of everything real?


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