In the perfect world, I'd live to dream. There'd be nothing to stop my imagination taking hold, nothing to bring me back to reality. I'd float among the leaves of grass forever.
In my perfect world, I'd sail into the sky.
But I'd have to remember that loneliness comes in all sorts of shapes. Perhaps you can never escape it.
And I won't be able to scream; there'd be no one there to hear me.
They were wrong when they said that all the pain would go away when perfection and Paradise was attained.
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