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I was alive there
But I didn’t live there
It lived in me
Tied itself to ideas I had
Of how my life was going to be
Dug into my hopes
Until realities were
Indistinguishable
Mine were mostly true
Mine were completely false
Out on that street
That night
Truth and fiction became one
I lost myself
In the smoke and mirrors
I found myself living there
But I was not alive there

— GLB

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