As their heads are filled with dreams,
The world is not as it seems.
The light at the corner gleams,
By the fallen beams-
Of the home once torn at the seams
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Hidden Away
RandomBasically a little collection of everything I'm currently thinking and feeling.
Broke
As their heads are filled with dreams,
The world is not as it seems.
The light at the corner gleams,
By the fallen beams-
Of the home once torn at the seams
