This is a really old poem, that I wrote a while ago, but lost. It's not that great, but I can try make it better.
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The world is my dream.
I do not live here,
but only rest.
I am not a being of this world,
But of one far away.
The world is where I rest.
The world is where I die.
But I will always live in my world.
For my world is immortal.
In my world, I have the power.
In this world,
I am not who I truly am.
Let me free.
I will do all that you can't imagine.
For my world is in my mind.
