I used to love fiction, it took me away, to another world
away from pain, away from thoughts, away from the world.
I read fiction, to help me through this terrible world i must go to.
Everyday I had to go, find my own head; lost in the fantasies I called home.
Until one day; I read them all- all the lies I called home.
Now reality has hit; it’s a home run,
For now I read the truth, in the non-fiction books.
Poetry
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This is beautiful .A true testament to how we grow and evolve. Nice!