Myself

Myself
When I am real
Is bubbles being blown into the wind and carried away
Is real laughter that doesn't stop until my face gets red
Is the thought that if the world was flat we would walk onward until we couldn't walk anymore
Myself
When I am fake
Is forcing laughs for other people
Until my throat hurts
Is sadness that drips into the world like cold lava
Myself
When I am alone 
Is 
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