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Jan 2017
The Stars get tired of hanging.
The Moon doesn't want to rise each night just to fall again.
The Sun gets sad sometimes and doesn't want to shine.
I think there's a place that exists where most of us want to be.
A different universe.
Where imagination runs wild.
You can be you.
No lies.
No masks.
Everything could be perfect.
And that destroys your image of reality.
Cierra Hope
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