It was as if we were drained of everything that mattered, passion, honesty, intuition, with every time we threw a cloak over who we really were. To be in the bright sunshine, to be natural and real again, but such a day was long gone and all that remained was a corpse.
Yes, to be real, such a simple dream, so out of reach.
Yes, to be real, such a simple dream, so out of reach.
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