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The picture of all reality
dulls all life's fantasy,
and all of one's dreams
wash down life's stream.

When the pain becomes unbearable;
and all dreams become unreachable-
reality's ugliness comes to face
and for fantasy it leaves no space.

Everyone has their own fantasy
of how they want their life to be;
but only few fit into their plan,
even though the others take a fighting stand.

We can not change what has come to be,
only the things that we may forsee.
But some fail to see the difference in reality and fantasy
because of the fear of what they may see.

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