To see from my eyes would make nightmares look normal. To feel my heart would make all man stumble. To know how a smile would lay across my face, and light up the place, where I sit in a dark room consumed with gloom. To look up at the sky and my mind floats away as night turns to day, I guess it's better this way. So to be me would be, to let go and make peace, to those that hurt me and break the agony of my suffering. Would you agree?
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