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Walking down
memory lane.
I recall
only deception
and pain.

Illusions
shining bright,
before
my eyes.
I finally
found paradise.

Reality hits.
I feel foolish
My dreams are lucid,
I don’t
feel human.

Geeked out,
it’s time to
tune out.
Bury
my heart
into the ground.

Cursed memories
singing
their beautiful sound.

Destination?
My disassociation.
Awarded me
manic depression.

Just Speaking
freely
my free
expression.

-Brianna Rodriguez