The clock strikes 12 and I sit staring at the door waiting for the time to make a move. But the door is not real so am I not real or is it the clocks ticking, ticking that drives me still. I stand I turn, the room is empty. Still I am pacing back and forth. Am I losing my self for I am lost still within this locked room still. I am mad for I am not real. A mirror appears and eyes are on me now. What do you want from me? Are you real or am I real? With eyes on me still they reach out. Who are you I yell what do you want from me? Still it holds out a hand is it evil or good no answer still. I yell I am not real where is this place? I give in and reach for the hand but now the hand with draws from my reach. I jump and garb on to it as I enter the cold mirror that disappears now. My eyes are closed now but I open them to behold a being of warmth and hope holding tight with arms around me. With words of I am real and you are real for you are meant to be here and beloved. The madness is ended now for you are real and meant to have a life still so hold tight. Look to the stars and yell I am free now and it will remain that way still now and forever.
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