My Own World.

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I live in my own world,
That I created in my head,
I fill it on-going with memories,
And all things I have ever read.

Fictional scenarios,
And of course non-fiction too,
There I am always happy,
Nothing can make me blue.

It is my own little world,
It separates me from reality,
It gives me a break from everyone and everything,
It is my personal nationality.

When I have many struggles,
Obstacles, trials, and stress,
Into my universe I travel on thought,
And all things bad I immediately suppress.

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