Dreams
My dreams are my fotress of solitude,my dreams are my wings that lift me up from the
demons of my reality and the hell that is this earth... My dreams are the wispers of angels
that get me up when i am down, reality is my hell,reality is the cespool of cosmic waste on
which i am forced feed,reality birthed me with steel veins and an iced heart,and yet it is in
that very form that i exist,the smaller my dreams the bigger my reality but still i survive coz
my dreams birthed my reality.. A reality in which i'm supreme
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