Waking up from a dream that felt so real as reality is not surreal, actually it's killing us piece by piece seemingly as though there is no peace like there is no ends that meet. The world is lost and can be won but gone shot by suicidal. It gives us a choice do or die, I said I don't and I died with passions of hopes and dreams, crashing in shambles. I fell to my knees in need of somthing out of the ordinary, tears like rain nobody knows pain like I do and thats when I heard a voice say I do. He lifted my spirits clearing the darkness with his endearing gentleness and undying love. He taught me to walk, now I'm running through daises praising the creator, healer, protector Who is he? , you say. Just Look Up!
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