April 13, 2009
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A dry wasteland, filled with hope.
But all dreams are gone now.
The abnormal nothingness goes on forever.
The desire to escape,
It feeds off of everyone.
But where do we go?
Everything seems so small here.

The world is far away.

Along with the lives we wish we had.
The magical oasis that awaits us seems long gone.
To get out would mean…
That we are free.
But we aren’t free.
The safety of repetition consumes us all.
I Need To Break Away.
I Need To Discover.
I am hopeful…

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