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i stand here in this room of cement dreaming to be on the outside. though, this dream is mercurial. i can see the outside, through the one thing in the room. a stained glass window. it's colors clashing and colliding, to form the most beautiful picture and suddenly, my dream doesn't seem as important. as the light shines through, the colors coat the room with warmth and beauty. i've only one thing keeping me from my dream something so fragile and so elegant, yet has the strongest hold on me. i've only one thing keeping me from my dream and yet, i can't bring myself to destroy it.
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
irresolute
i stand here in this room of cement dreaming to be on the outside. though, this dream is mercurial. i can see the outside, through the one thing in the room. a stained glass window. it's colors clashing and colliding, to form the most beautiful picture and suddenly, my dream doesn't seem as important. as the light shines through, the colors coat the room with warmth and beauty. i've only one thing keeping me from my dream something so fragile and so elegant, yet has the strongest hold on me. i've only one thing keeping me from my dream and yet, i can't bring myself to destroy it.
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21/MTF/the void
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
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