I new a life before this so beautiful that time reversed rewinding the sacred moments to get the right lines rehearsed every tear held a capsule of greater moments to be explored behind the curtains raged a battle but such segments were ignored visions of crystal chandeliers lips of light kissing marble floors opportunity inventing elegant windows to show the illusion of many doors dreams were a reality here smiles cascaded colorful soundtracks eyes so innocent they were clear and memories were times warps to go back to a moment you might have missed dissed discarded or regreted erasing any sorrow of any moment you felt neglected see this was an era where hate wasn't present in essence a great eutopia so much love to absord within it that you felt that much lonelier but behind the beauty, there sat imagination obsessed with the joy and wonder of inventing such a creation so within my own frustration I designed myself confused tryin' to answer what kind of hope would be so cruely amused at me believing in this utter bliss that couldn't possibly exist only for me to wake up and beg for sleep as a wish it was then that I tried to fill my heart with dread but only could come up with smiles and laughter instead now sort of paranoid...or am I? who's messing with my head? "NO MY SON, THIS IS REAL" Is what a grand voice said looking down at a parting cloud revealing a vision as it spread gasping in suprise and disbelief I see myself on a street dead...
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