Counting Crows

Welcome to Reality. Dreams are of Nightmares. We Scream in Our Sleep. We are Deaf and Blind to Reality. We are Machines NOTHING More. 

We were told the world outside our doors was a lie. We were told if we took outside we would die but i see the face behind the masks of the nightmares, they can not hold me. I am Wally. I am the Idiot who will tempt to be break the cycle. 

In reality when i speak to someone i have been described as an "Educated Drunk" because when i speak slow english i sound "Posh English", which frankly i don't like... cause then people begin quoting my life.

So... I taught myself, how to write my heart in words.  They may look about average to the normal eye but if your of my world it will change your view about me. So i present to you Counting Crows.

This isn't a lie. There is a World Outside. You Were Lied Too. We Can Escape The Dreams...

FOR I AM BREAKING OUT OF THIS GODDAMN CAGE. THIS IS MY REALITY.

The End

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