She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

envisions.

y r u so perfect.

looks studies family

u nvr seem to lack anything.

u seem to live in a perfect world.

i doubt there is anything u yearn for

cuz eveything is at ur fingertips.

u oways seem to do the right things.

mayb its nt within ur control.

cuz ur juz so darn perfect.



living in a world of envisions.


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