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Reality at its Finest
  My fingers bleed from writing
  From bright to black
  Change the lighting
  For you are nobody
  In hell I wait
  In the wicked lobby
  Karma sucks, freaking fate
  Tell me, do you believe
  In destiny?
  I do, for I am here
  Alex, rest in peace
  I’m full of fear
  For I see
  Satan’s evil leer
  Can you realize?
  Do you know?
  Can you visualize?
  I can
  I see my hate
  I see Satan
  I see my fate
  I did this
  It’s my makin’
  I am here
  I am forsaken
  I blew my chance
  With the devil
  I’ve had my last dance
  This was my last endeavor
  I wake in a cold sweat
  For I know
  The devil I’ve met
  I pace to and fro
  As I wonder
  What to do
  I know my life has been plundered
  My boat has been set asunder
  I walk by the fridge
  I see it’s open
  Just a smidge
  I open it all the way
  Listen to me, for I paid
  I left that virtuality
  In my brain
  Back to the fuzz
  Of boring reality
  It was real, wasn’t fake
  For now I’m truly awake
  In an even colder sweat
  You know, nightmares for days.

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This poem is meant to make you think. Read through it more than once to see what reality truly is. This is just how chaotic my life was at one time. I was confused and wasnt sure if I was in a dream or if what was happening was real. Welcome, Reader, to the hell that was my life.