Where do our illusions lie?
Are they in our souls?
Are they born in us or created around us
First by others and then by ourselves?
Are they the warm blankets we put about us on a cold night?
Do we hide behind them afraid of the dark unknown to us?
Are they a necessary part of us or can we shake them off and find a new way to fly?
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