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we struggle to have meaning in this world which we all know we try but yet we wonder where we all should go hidden in the questions which we can not find the answers are all hidden deep inside our minds hidden in our soul is the life we try to hide but in time it will find you and it will release all of its secrets hidden beneath so before it ruins the life you have made release those dark secrets and the memories will fade hidden in our lives are stories left untold of the things we didn’t want them to know but once you tell somebody and make your feelings known the struggle will be over and you’ll finally be home

Like a resort as you drift off at sleep, another world is waiting for you to keep. Where is your body when you are in your dream, Is everything really what it seems. In dreams, what you want comes true, Just let your dreams take you. Into an imaginary land, where you are the author, Where things have no meaning, And you have no feeling. Where your thoughts all drift together, Just don’t get caught in your dreams forever.

Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be seen. Sometimes things aren’t always as they seem. Sometimes we need someone to call our own, Especially when we’re alone. Sometimes people just can’t understand, Why things get out of hand. Sometimes life just isn’t fair, Especially when people just don’t care. And sometimes it's hard to say, Why things have to be this way. Sometimes it’s all you can do to get by, Especially when dreams continue to die. Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the rain. Even to just relieve the pain. And when we’ve had a really bad day, Sometimes we just need to get aw

 It all started with a wish. That’s it. One simple wish born of the indignation provoked by absent mindedness, which caused me to come plummeting down from nowhere. I slowly lifted my heavy lidded eyes, my lashed shading my irises from the scorching sun. My body felt nothing other than a dull ache that registered somewhere in the back of my head. I released a hollow moan. “Oh, dude, check it out,” a youthful voice exclaimed a little bit above me. “She’s alive.” I raised my hand. It made fast and firm contact with a soft cheek. A loud cry emanated from, I presume, the same boy whose voice woke me. I rose