You need it.
But don't feel it.
Suppress it.
It's driven by you.
The drama,
the hair,
the touch or,
the care.
A perfect,
world,
An imperfect,
whole.
The reality,
that's so fake,
The illusion,
that's at stake.
Don't cry,
you wanted it.
Don't try,
you've received it.
Let's end this thing while it's still unreal.
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