P-R-O-L-O-G-U-E
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My world is...it's a bit strange, to be honest.
You might get scared, because,
My world only makes sense,
To me,
Who doesn't make much sense to begin,
but,
I like it. I love it.
I don't control my world. I haven't found out who does.
I ran away from reality and the mirror gave me a key,
Saying,
"Hush and shush, don't cry,
You'll be safe here,
Come with me, don't cry,
You'll be alright..."
Which is what I wanted to hear,
and everything my world's never heard of,
is everything I fear,
There's many places here,
In this place that holds everything I hold dear,
There's so much to see,
All the beauty that is only seen
By me,
...
Until now...
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