As I stare into my crystal ball
I look in closely and recall
A house that isn't a home
A person who walks, but it's an aimless roam
A smiling face with decietful ways
A "sinless" person who only prays
After they've done all their bad deeds for the day
A beating heart that's hard as stone
A popular person who's all alone
You encased in this little fantasy
That cracked open and engulfed me
Turning my ball into reality
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