In my dreams I've seen the golden gate,
Clouds like a featherweight...
Sleepless chills,
Constant nightmares,
Under deep breaths and Cold sweats,
I scream to escape this prison.
A beautiful flower in a vase with no roots,
I need no proof,
I trust, in death I'll see the truth.
-AIM-
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