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I built a world inside my head
With solar trees and healthy bees.
There are no filters,
No masks,
or
Regularly monitored happiness.

Everything is real,
And people are nice when they want to be,
Not when they’re supposed to be.
Impressions reflect based on character,
Not stances.

The trees are green and water is blue,
Electric cars outside abandoned bars,
Homes powered by the sun.

I wake up and sigh,
Thinking about the best part of all,
Is that I’m never the lonely guy.


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