I fabricated a world
So I could escape my pain.
A place where I could live
With no hopelessness or shame.
It's a world where I'm alone,
In a oasis with a lake.
There's a glistening waterfall,
But no ripples it does make.
And it's here that I can breath.
My place where I belong.
So forgive me if I don't respond...
It's because I am gone.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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