Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream
Glimpses of other lives
Other possible realities
They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
I see them
The other me’s
Sometimes I want to be them
Live their lives
But usually
I’d rather stay here
At least this is where I feel most real
Even if all I am
Is someone else’s dream
When reality gets too hard
To be them
Too hard to be another me
Maybe one day we’ll stop being them
And we can sit down and talk
Then when it all collapses into one
We can just be me
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