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What is real

“Who better to know
What is real
To know how you feel
Here she comes
The vision
The illusion
A mental contusion
She is an agent of madness
Tempting you with fantasy
Can you not see
She aims to forge your destiny
A fate of hand fed colours
Produced by white coats
You cannot trust her
Do what you must sir
Feed this disease the cure
Before she poisons your mind”

Are the voices at you again babe
Just focus on me as I heal
For who better to know
What is real… 
Written by TheBlackRabbit
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