A golden meadow
With dandelions
I've been in this house for too long
A house that was not a homeMy red hair blows
Along the wind
With the dandelion seeds
I wish I still believed in
Dandelion dreamsI'm too afraid to go into the house
Of the drunk monster on the couch
The floor littered with whisky stained glass
Hallways echoing with my screams and slurred voicesAt night I dream
Of a rushing tunnel of darkness
Where is my light?-story of a girl in a foster home
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