I live in a world
Not quite reality
Not quite a dream
A perfect mixture of the two
That keeps me sane
I don't need your chemical
Though I don't blame you for your jealousy
I've never really touched the floor
I don't know what my body feels like anymore
I hear it's nice though
You and I are more alike than you think
Though you use the back door
Look for me next time you dream.
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