you are not real....
I whisper to myselfyou are the fantasy
concieved by me
born of my dreams
far away
from the winds of the real world
that makes them
cold
stone
real
you are the warmth
that fills my heart
in times of strife
the light
at the end of the dark tunnel
how can you be real
donot be
cold
stone
real
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