Being Alone The loneliness I feel is oh so real, To escape this hell I will take a pill. I dream of another time another place, It is quiet and peaceful here; Shimmering floods of light I see bright yet softly gentle, Rainbow colors caress my face vividly touchable, I dare not awake would be detestable, In here time stands still, I hear yet there is no sound, I sense a presence real or unreal I know not!Birth sign: Not entered
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