Ain't nothing real

(Alan Evans)

A pessimistic view of our magical world

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There ain't no streets paved with gold no elixir of youth to stop us from getting old no magic words to make dreams come true no amount of wishing will bring me to you no genie in the lamp with three wishes bumps and bruises can't be fixed with kisses no bogeymen hiding under the bed tales of dragons and things that we dread no such thing as the elf on the shelf things we invent to frighten ourself we're woken in the night by our own screams as dark thoughts enter our dreams is anything real am I really my name are we all XXXXXX XX X XXXXXXXX XXXX XXX XX XXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XX XXXX XXXXX XXXXX XXXX XX XX XXXX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXXXX XXX XX XXXXXX XXX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXX XXX XX XXXXXXXXXX XX XXX XXXXXX XX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXXXXX XX XXX XXX XXX XX XXXX XX XXX XXXXXXXX XXX XXXXX

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