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In my
world,
There’s a little haven of a dreamer…
Of stories kept untold…
And of words left unspoken…
In my world,
There’s a small corner of solitude,
Of silence and comfort…
Where dreaming is easier alone…
In my world,
I write the songs of my heart…
On which the ears of my soul
listen…
Singing the melody of my life…
In my world,
There’s a messed-up place…
A place where nobody cares…
Where I can be me…
Free of prejudices and
make-believe…
In my world,
There’s a hollow space…
Filled up by memories of the past…
And of experiences from the
future…
Of lessons learned, and regrets
earned…
In my world,
There are vivid characters…
Playing the stories of their life…
Playing their story with me…
Like a tangled yarn connected to
each other…
Each weaving their own stories to
tell…
And I am into it…and they are into mine…
In my world,
There’s an open window…
Facing the horizon as it changes
its colors…
Looking forward to new beginnings…
Uncertain of bitter endings…
Like the mighty rays of sunrise…
Or the distant melancholy of a
sunset…
In my world,
There’s a healer…
Healing the wounds of a sinister
Healing the hearts that have been
broken…
Comforting the lost and
nonbeliever…
In my world,
I have a Savior, a Friend… Brother… a Father…
Always ready to listen, to heal…
He is the light on my darkest
hours…
My companion in my sorrows…
My strength when I am weakened by
my imperfections…
My voice when I am muted by my
apprehension…
The eyes that allow me to see
beyond my vision…
The wind beneath my scarred wings
The oasis of my cruel desert…
The warmth amidst the cold lonely
breeze…
In my world,
There is a dreamer…
A little girl with various emotions
A woman in vague colors…
Someone imperfect and emotional…
Someone, though sometimes
unworthy, is always forgiven…
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