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Nothing
I am nothing
Tears sometimes engulf my presence
Anger seems to conquer
Humor is no longer what it once was
I feel pain
Sadness inside
Anger over powers
Screaming makes my heart race
I feel nothing more inside
Happiness is now gone
This place is not real
It is a fantasy made up by our individual minds
When we sleep that is when we are in the celestial plane
We project to find it at night during the middle of the darkness
We are nothing more than puppets when awake
To be controlled by unseen beings
Our dreams,
That is our reality
Although we may not want to admit it
That is where we all feel safe from harm
