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The worst day of my life appeared before my eyes, as swiftly as the wind, as silent as my cries. The day they found my secret was the day they strapped me down. They wanted color - beauty - but my world was black and brown. Before, the world was vibrant and I lived my life in bliss. My secret once was special; My secret here is this: Everything I dream becomes reality. They make me sleep for their rewards and all the waste is me.

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ke-filtar

American

Published: Sep 28, 2011
LinesWords: 1986

Notes: hope, dream, vibrant, despair, prisoner

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