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Reality is growing,

Its hands are creeping through my skin.

The more time goes

The less I feel creative,

Or human! 

Reality is growing up in my skin.

Reality is growing on me.

I like this pain 

Yet I recoil from it.

Every ounce of my body screams “RUN!!!

What am I waiting for?!”
ZB 

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