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  • I drink to the imaginary world.
    Once for journey's planned but too expensive to take.
    Once for people never kissed.
    Once to erase what should never have happened.
    Once for running away.
    Once for becoming fog.

    I drink to bank accounts suddenly filled with money, and surprising wet spots.
    I drink to technicolor trees and embarrassing unicorns.
    To ponies that talk to me.
    I drink to the imaginary world that holds my hand, tickles me, that slaps me (not too hard).
    To the silly places made out of candy and to the end of math.

    And then I drink for running away.

    And once for being king of the world.
    Once for closing my eyes and seeing stars.
    Once for a kitten I used to own.
    Once for escaping.
    And again for becoming fog.

    I don't know why I live here or what I'm doing most of the time.
    So, I drink to the imaginary world.
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