I hate to be lonely,
but company brings me back to reality,
making me itch to be alone once more,
thoughts and dreams carry scenes of prosper,
the life in my head keeps me occupied.
Reality is adequate,
mediocre.
Pale in comparison to the the conjured truths,
technicolor dreams keep mind's eye bright,
leaves real life begging at it it's feet.
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