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if you stare at them long enough
the flat images will rise
from the pages of your life
in soft imitation of reality.

having people around you
is enough like having friends
for you to convince yourself
that you are not alone.

but your life isn't real
and these people around you
know no more about you
than the potted plant by the window.

you disconnected your heart
because you can't stand to listen
when you know that it's right,
that you're made for more than this.

at the end of the day
you're just too scared to wonder
about what's really out there.
too scared to find your life.

because you know it takes work
and causes pain to have a life
and you'd rather be comfortable
than ever be truly happy.