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I have no rehabilitation for my addiction.

Or the fact that life is all but fiction.

To escape my fears there is no hiding place.

No consolation as reality slaps me in the face.

As we yearn for a world free from pollution.

As we lie with our beautiful illusions.

As we lace our fingers with our sciences and arts.

As our fantasies lay safe at the bottom of our hearts.

Our lives are fields of pain and vitality.

Cold comfort for those of us allergic to reality.