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An ocean filled with an essence of purity

Suddenly, I know how to swim, and I enjoy

My looks, my weight, my strength, my life, all of it fades

All I can see are the playful grins of an angel

The clouds begin to gather, but the sky stays happy

While I'm here, I can remember how to cry again

I can soar into the horizon and touch the sun

Though it doesn't blind or burn me, I feel so warm

And when I look below me, to an island adrift

I can see a beautiful and familar face

"Have I met you some time? Maybe in the real world?

It couldn't be true, because I do not miss you

So here we are, inside the head of a boy gone wrong

Who became corrupted in the midst of his youth

But he has sent me today, to be his voice

For when I am here, I can show you what he once was

He thought of you often, and prayed that you were well

But I assume that if he had met you somewhere, somehow

He would've avoided your gaze, ashamed of himself

I hope that you can forgive him, for falling in love

But I guess that's how life goes when you're so unstable..."



Say hello to your personal messenger

Atleast from time to time

And visit the entitys within you

For once you lose touch with him or her

You lose touch with your sanity as well.



Be healthy.



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