𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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𝓘 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮

Where lights shone bright, where the worst time was never night

A place where misery was okay, a place where it was accepted to feel pain

A world with desires so deep, sadly not become reality

A city where you were who you were, you held a spot in the city's warm and sweet light


A world where all emotions where valid, aworld where everyone whas equal and known

A place where no one was neglected, a place where everyone yet no one was perfect


A place that shall never be real, for society punishes my saying

A city made of words and imagine, A world of pureness and blackness.







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