Real eyes
will realize
the real lies
that reel lines
for real, I Need Rehealed inside.
The pain kills
everything I think is still mine, 
Now I can visualize
the future
in real time.
It's a gift, 
but the present
feels like a present
in your past
that's present, 
from the presence
of your past.
It presents itself
in present form 
to form a precedent, 
Which has been set 
to inform intelligence 
Just don't look past.                
 
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