A curse? The world's unreal and logic is clouded.
Indigestion? But it was good; I have no remorse.
Anxiety? The past is wasted; the future uncertain.
Insecurity? I struggle to have faith in myself.
Fear? If I sleep too long, will the world forget I exist?
Impatience? I now resume my mediocrity.
Or does my mind simply reject any place where dreams come true?
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