Fun Interrupted
It is fun to see what others claim do not exist.
I reveal in madness that claim many and releases few, or so I'm told by the men in white coats.
But the others shimmering, etherial.
They show me paths, paths the exist.
I travel one as we speak.
I nearr its end.
What will I see? What will I have?
Peace at last.
I reveal in madness that claim many and releases few, or so I'm told by the men in white coats.
But the others shimmering, etherial.
They show me paths, paths the exist.
I travel one as we speak.
I nearr its end.
What will I see? What will I have?
Peace at last.
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