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The night sky opens and my dreams come alive,
Born from deep inside my conscience, and raised to lie, sometimes I just wish my imagination could live, and this reality would die.
From my head to my soles, I yearn to let go, and float on senses that only I can clutch, my head’s full of pressure, and it needs an opening for these unscripted thoughts to rush.
Imagination fades and dreams get crushed, but so does everything else...

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last updated 29 August 2012 - 7:00am
©29 August 2012 - 6:58am — MyinsecureSelf
30 August 2012 - 7:07am — running_with_rabbits
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I really enjoyed this so

I really enjoyed this so tanks for the share!

just in case you like not being alone in a feeling, you might enjoy this read
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/n-ninja/poem/933349

Much Love

Ashley

14 September 2012 - 5:13am — MyinsecureSelf
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Thanks.. and I run with

Thanks.. and I run with lions. lol ;p

14 September 2012 - 12:36pm — running_with_rabbits
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:) my old poetry site name

:) my old poetry site name use to be Aslan which si the turkish word for lion :)

Much Love

Ashley