March 31, 2014
I made my home out of star dust
swept it clean of all earth
started to mend the places I lost trust
reminded myself of self worth
this is not a places for tears
not a place of dying
not a place for my fears
this is a place of lying
lying only to my self-
a way of escape from reality
not just another book on my shelf,
a different mentality,
my own little wonderland
only when I wake up will it disband

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