Hobby Writings

I couldn't tell the distinction

I too often wonder

If what has beleaguered my mind is fiction

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Following shadows of invisible figures

For it cannot differentiate between what it sees and what are hallucinations

It's following traces of footsteps that are laid on ice, ice which seems to be melting into oblivion

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Memories haunt me,

The first time we met,

I remember everything and everything.

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in my dreams,

you are still the boy I met

almost becoming a man

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