I see a broken boy who’s confused about what’s real and fake.
He wanders if when he dies if he will actually wake.
He cries out for love, but finds that no one will answer his prayer.
Because he never faced the reality that there was no one ever there.
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Existence and all it's questions...gifted artists and poets have often asked these questions anf felt alone. You must be one of them, Steven.
amazing piece i thoroughly enjoyed it