Enveloped in a sentiment, a sound that rushes
over me. Engage an impulse to pretend I
have a faith as pure. Not forgetting what it
means to dream. Indulging
everything. Entertaining thoughts that I've
the strength of those I yearn to be. Cheers
and tribute greet the saviours. Reckless
thoughts survive. Anachronistic and
impulsive.
And what will happen? Will I
dream? I am too scared to close my
eyes. For a second please hold me. None can
change in me these things that I believe. But
I don't know what happens now. I am too scared
to close my eyes.
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