My dream, is to be a real man one day, not a ghost, a delusion haunting, this space, this room's mind, I'd be able to walk around, go to the park, it would be simply that, no story involved, enjoy leisure and art, no worries of consequences, the inclination of intention, the chemical reactions, involved with it, a free mind, unburdened, with questions and desires, what composes my blood, my history, my sin, my reflection, used up, whored around, and sold for forty cents, I'd be real, able to grow, like a baby, in the cradle, ghosts and demons, would have to pass, because I’m too innocent, alas I’m a beast, my heart pumping, a pierced hymen, instincts, the sun rising, the height, on the mountain I’m standing, it’s unsightly, to the forest critters, defend, defend, your last chance, face the evil, save the land, a plot point, the gatekeeper, to the next level, what does your father have planned, I don’t know, I’m just canon fodder, my dream, I grow up, see the light, spend my life, as a shopkeeper…

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