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isn't it marvellous? one lantern shining in the dark, swaying with shadows, dancing alongside the thickly-webbed window, is my only dream that i hope to achieve at the end.
writing calms me. the moment when im sinking, i can be immediately caught in writing, it'll soothe me.
to have the originality and creativity you must to become one character of a fantasy. the bleeding sky leaving behind a myriad of microscopic stars grouped in complete audacity by favouritism.
to use words you mustn't never find the definition to, the greatest apology of one person to be accepted. all these are confused with your wildest dreams.
why can't they be true? fantasy and myths will decrease when you become older. why can't we protect our thoughts of childhood fantasy? if we don't protect it and let it be, it'll slowly fade, into the midnight darkness...
why?
why can't they stay?
youth was adorable. that one lantern musnt glow out, we protect that, always, but not our childhood memories, fantasies and what we believed in. that lantern will never fade with protection.
there's a barrier between shattered and safe. the shattered is most common.
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