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Imagination
The silence is disturbed
By my occasional sniffle and sob
I lay weeping in bed, yet again
Beside me is a the figure of a person
My imagination made it for me
To tell me everything I need to hear
How it knows this? Well it's me
It tells me it's all okay
That it will work out in the end
That it understands the chaos
That it is not all my fault
That it is okay to feel lonely
And I almost start to believe
-My own lies
Published 29th Apr 2013
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