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325: Fantasies
Sunday, July 26 @ 22:00


Well,
life's sad.

Things have to end.
You cry,
then things start all over again.

You take what life gives you,
you throw yuckies away,
they fly back, they walk back, they crawl back.

I don't like you ah!
Youuuuuu go away.

Life's made fantasies,
gone forever?

You grew,
little sprout.
Out to the harsh world, out you go,
no crying anymore,
hush.

You'll stand at the peak of the mountain,
& I'll be waiting there.


W e l c o m e

You're lucky to have found my secret hideout.