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What is the real world? Isn’t everyoe’s world real? What defines a world, and more importantly, What defines one that is real? Can we build our own world? Can we build our own real world? Is an “imaginary” world real? Can it become real? How do our thoughts and dreams become a reality?
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SHADOWSof
our
feelings
A pasture A peek of A weeping Blades of
dotted with field of flowers, sunshine seeping through. willow to pass the hours, grass caressed by morning dew.
A palace for the sleeping prince, A stairway steeping down, A house you’ve lived in ever since, You first started your life in town. A broken day, A shattered dream. When all was lost, Nothing was ever as it seemed. A tired man, A lonseome wife, Spilt Milk, A thought in life.
SU B
M I L
E A A A A
broken heart, fallen city, spoiled surprise, fruitless pity.
When the beauty is gone, And fear has subsided, What between the ugly and sublime, Remains ever so divided? Is it the nature of the disaster, Or the intent of its creator, That makes us believe, Sublime will always reign greater?
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WI
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isolation vs. solitude there was t o be n lef onc t h a he r e e t r f o a a family g m t o to , f lone gir thin e res o n ri l who oped for th . s en m leave o m e h o h r I c n f her sol fr o ly ating herself se ds, the sa im p ne s l o l f d a a dne A al nd be he h n. ss l o n g in g s, s t io on . o m m o e. An c . Alone from the s. . d io n t al a t one p ec from the ex
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snake that
cannot
shed its
skin
p e ri
sh es
People are naturally afraid to shed their skin. Partially because it is what they have took so long getting accustomed to and partially because they are scared of what will happen once they leave behind what once remained a part of them. But should people be afraid of this natural part of life?