... a
little of me
out of my reality
and away
from my own destiny
if forget of everything and everyone
I'll freely
through my illusions
houses and
sand castles from the past
lullabies and
a box of crayons
I'm a
little girl lost in the dark forest
without paths to track,
there is not
a home to go back
only keepsakes that
fade in the hours who pass
homesickness,
oblivion, nothing for me, all in blank ...
just, not be
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