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Are you actually there?

Do you really care?

Do you hear me when I cry?

What if it has all been a lie?

You might just be a part of me

Not existing in reality

'Cause I can't feel you anywhere

Just a puff of invisible air

Maybe You're only alive in my mind

In my heart, a web of its kind

Deceptive and cunning, full of skill

The unrealities give me a thrill

Then I wake up and it's all gone

I realize I've been a victim; a pawn

Maybe this is all true and maybe it isn't

All I know is that it isn't pleasant

In the meantime, I'll do my best

To search for the truth; pass the test

As time slips by, I'm sure it'll reveal

What is fake and what is real