What if we were all alone?
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What if we have always been alone?
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What if this was it?
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What if we were just lying to ourselves?
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Talking ourselves out of the realities of life… ohh they love me they’re just at (insert excuse here)
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We have become prisoners of our own bodies.
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Prisoners of our own minds.
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Prisoners of our own mind.
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Why is it that when we find love it lingers long enough for us to desire it most when it is gone?
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Was I just after the chase?
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Was I just in love with what could have been?
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Instead of what already is?
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Away with them
I am in love with a dream
A dream that is crafted by my own doing
I am in love with myself and my marvels and my many dimensions and my laugh and my heart and my wonder and my…