Do or Die

by, Cassandra

“It’s my dream,” the writer writes,
“so why am I so afraid to open my eyes?”

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“It’s my life,” the paper reads,
“so why am I not the one holding the reins?”

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“So many times” the author boasts,
“but it’s never enough, even though I try.”

- but -

It’s all a lie. I’ve never dreamed.
Not of me. Not of mine.
It’s all a lie.

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It’s not life. I’ve never lived.
Not for real. Not in truth.
It’s not life.

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There’s no more time.
I can’t just try.
I must fly.

This time,
it’s do or die.