This is my escape. This space, these words.

Every inch, every letter. This is mine.

I’m building my own world, an empire that

Flows through my blood, and grows out of my feet.

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I am god. Here, and only in this time. But it is enough.

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I can give, and I can take

And I can do nothing. And still,

I will have something. These words are fixed.

Water-proof, time-resistant. They will live.

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I will live.

Tangibly, an opaque body

Hurtling through cyberspace. Any space.

And all of it

Is mine.

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Soon, I will have nothing to escape from.