REALITY
As I sit and watch the world around me vanish, I stand still upon my lifeless throne. For the whole world is in my trembling hands, this forsaken place that I call reality is in my destiny to choose to replenish this emptiness that will soon be forgotten, and my own life is the reasoning behind this. I am the one that will rebuild this reality I have made for myself. I am frightened for the emptiness has never been non-existent, because I make it this way. I am the key holder to fill this emptiness inside my own reality, that is killing me slowly. This key is right in front of me, as I gaze upon it and cry for I am scared to grab it. I know, yet I choose the wrong reality of this black hole I created. I can vanish here and be forgotten, but I'll only lose what I need. A push a tug, but I have all of these thing's already I just need to turn the lock that lays in front of me.I must do this before it is to late and my throne breaks and I fall into a more forsaken place...
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