Un Rel Ated

i know we all have to leave
we all have to die
i say it over and over
in my head
i get louder
the more i say it
the faster my heart beats
i realize reality
reality is not actuality
reality meas real fake
i dont know what to say
i cant think straight
the wind freezes my brain
as my brain kidnaps my thoughts
its mind with its mind
every thing is still a big blur of paint
strokes
different strokes
of all styles and techniques

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