Things are so dead here at work, I had to write a few lines down. Let me know what you think.

Images cloud my reality
Visions fill my head
Of what I want to exist

Growing up is an art
People influence your actions
Changing your path

Love can shape you,
hurt, and strangle you,
yet it is what we all crave

The reality sinks into my soul
And I realize what I have always wanted
Isn't what I need at all.

Everything I have overcome,
Everything accomplished,
Everything I've struggled for,
Seems to be nothing but imperfection now.

Reality is a hard thing to take,
Yet it makes you stronger, and
Guides you to where you were meant to be.


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