The dreams were shiny and held powerful light,
Not like me, or my shadowed,darkened life,
In them I was happy I was nice,
My heart and soul were not as cold as ice,
I held hands with the little ones and shared joy,
I took away the thorns, the pain for you little boy,
I held you in my arms and comforted you,
But I awoke from that very quickly no more dreams,
I wanted to strangle myself, and I did while I screamed.
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