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He told her of all the people he had met.
With all the pretty faces dressed in stunning clothes,
With powdered noses and ambitious thoughts,
With blood shot eyes and great intentions,
Just like his own.

He whispered to her of all the places he saw,
With all the shining lights and glamour,
With reputations that couldn't be ignored,
With all the secrets that shouldn't be told,
In places he could hide.

He confessed to her all the things he did,
With guilt laced laughter that lasted too long,
With eyes red from no sleep and lots of chemicals,
With more secrets then she cared to find out,
Which he could never tell.

She glanced up at him only half listening and said,
"Welcome back to reality."