Brain Blurting Out Words Again

Tell me of the time long past, the time when we danced carefree. Before innocence was stolen and youth savored every drop of life. Let me drift away and think of happy days I will never have again. Speak your words softly and let me hear peace amongst the chaos. To waken my senses now might mean an explosion. Such pent up feelings could be a dangerous flood that only the bravest soul should try to harness. Battle the demons so that I may live, or keep me asleep for all eternity.


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