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I have been
here before.
Perhaps in a
Past life, or
memory.

The florescent lights
are oddly the only
thing that comfort
me.

Not the fireflies,
not the music,
not even the
Ebullience dancing
around me.

My paradise surrounds me,
and then Ebullience turns
to cynicism. Fireflies
transform to worms, and
Music becomes thunder.

This is what i remember.
The one thing that was not
supposed to fail me
took off its mask

and revealed itself as
my fears, my scars, my
tears. and my world
revealed itself to be
reality.



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