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    Why do I tend to create?
    The extreme realities in my head
    From thinking I am invincible
    To, I’d be better off dead

    I take something I crave
    And let it consume me
    Confusing what is real
    Blinding me to see

    But what I see is abnormal
    Reading people like a book
    Gestures, faces, body language
    The way you say it and how you looked

    Analyzing everything thrown at me
    Never giving trust a chance to set in
    Making everyone around me
    A situation I can’t win

    My emotions are so strong
    I can change anyone I’m around
    You’ll sense what I am feeling
    I won’t have to make a sound

    If I could only control
    The thoughts in my head
    My life would be easier
    Than everything I just said

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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