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WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU'VE LOST
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Losing Your Marbles
My marble,
The last one left,
It had served me well,
But now I cannot tell,
The realities apart.
Years and years had gone by with it,
Jingling around on my head,
Then the feeling of dread,
As I wake from my bed,
And the marble was already gone.
I had lost many to my own foolishness,
Already I am barely grounded,
But I knew that once I felt the real ones absence,
The one in my head, gone,
I might as well be dead.
Now I can question, with no thought to stop,
"What makes fiction more fake than not?"
"Is reality superior in any real way?"
Why must I stay?
Must I live here another day.
Another world, one less real is preferable,
The functions of this one now bore me,
My disbelief is gone, just how it should be,
I see, and be, and I feel I must flee,
To a world less broken than this one.