Walking out the door of life,
Hoping to see the stars,
Watching as the moon takes a long drink,
Hoping to feel the joy in the world,
I jump and I myself take a large drink,
Entering doors in the he heavens or in the hells,
Seeing a blinding white light,
But as I turn,
Seeing a firey red,
I fall and keep falling untill I've hit hard bottom,
I open my eyes, not knowing they were closed,
To find myself on my bedroom floor,
I climb back into bed,
Wondering about my peaceful doubts.
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Random Kat
Im beyond this planet, but I'm to thrive with muggles.
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