Created with my own imagination,an endless world of creativity.
Every last piece of this creation,mirrors a part of me.
Where I make up my own rulesand float around like a jellyfish.
Shooting stars make me smile,I close my eyes to make a wish.
Of hopes and dreams not measured in miles,but happiness lies in every glance.
Like a row of books on a shelf,I come here at every chance.
Learning and loving myself,in a solitude such as this...
A world without judgement,engulfed in everlasting bliss.
This universe is my home,a forever I always miss.
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Colorinstars
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