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My helpful little voices help push me on
My friends within my doomed paradise
Lead to a precipice
Should I fly or fall?

I sometimes retreat to a place of my own making
Not fantastical, not even tangible
Just on the edges of my mind.
There are many voices there
Not people with life worries or love cares
Here I am the judged
And the cheated
Here I am the cherished
And the berated.
No it's definitely not a paradise
This place I call home
Buts its mine
All mine
In my mind alone.

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