Escape

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I open you to escape this world,
I left my bed, my house, my road,
I forgot my town and my world behind me,
For sure no one will find me.

I met a lot and made some friends,
I shared their laughters and even tears,
I'm the witness in their lives,
Facing a lot of struggle and trials.

As I was walking in your pages,
You never get old  like any other ages,
Now that I'm in your beautiful castle,
I want to pick your pieces to make a wonderful puzzle.

I dreamt that you struggle a lot,
I knew that I never felt odd,
But facing your life it's like I'm in a ship,
I don't know where's my way back, the wave is too strong to wreck.

I know it's the last page of you,
I slowly walk my fingers through,
After this last piece of paper that I'm holding into,
Escaping the life is what I'm doing,
but you are the only way for me to get back to reality I'm living.

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