i find refuge in my thoughts of things that may never be
strawberry swing like ecstasy is awaken in me
& from fantasy snaps me back to reality
& I now see this world with ever more magnifing clarity
It seems that I'm forced to accept things by the ways in which they were presented to me
Cause nothing ever comes to you exactly how you want it to be
& yet I guess that's the joy of being a clean slate, a blank page, and empty canvas untainted by anything
Left with nothing but endless possibilities of what could be.
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