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    ------------------------Another Life--------------------------
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    Here I am in the real world.
    Sitting by myself, nothing to do.
    No one to talk to, except myself.
    I wonder if there is anyone really out there.
    Or am I the last person left in my life.
    I can't ever tell, my vision has begun to blur.

    I enjoy sleeping all the time.
    Forgetting all the sins people have brought upon me.
    Forgiving my actions of futile resistance.
    To do something about it and end the pain.
    Nothing but the darkness around me.
    Nothing else except the dreaming I do on occasion.

    It's a nice little place to stay when I'm down.
    Everything is the way I want it.
    Strangers seem so friendly since I control them.
    Little puppets at the hand of my heart.
    But only in my dreams I see them.
    For in the real world, I do not have a heart to hold.

    Each day that I return to this other life.
    Is each day closer to my demise.
    The more I have, the more it hurts back home.
    It's like poison, but at the same time, an addiction.
    It's not easy to quit, when you have nothing else to stay close by.
    These dreams are the only people I can turn to.

    Sometimes I think, that maybe I should go there forever.
    Just erase the past life I have lived all this time.
    Then I'll never be sad.
    And I'll never be spoken of again.
    After I paint the carpet red to another life.
    Only shall I be seen of in the morgue.

    It's a pretty little thought.
    But then again, that's another life.