In dreams, I can perceive vast broken fields; Filled with rocks and stones, rusted autumn leaves And the pale spectres of loved ones long gone. Behind their frozen masks, sad are their songs.
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You might have heard the murmurs of my trunma childhood of the time I have mulitple people trying to steal my innocence, hope and joy and being beaten