How I long for a place to disappear.
A secret paradise of my very own.
Every thought would be poetry.
Dreams would become reality.
Any pain would be healed.
Every tear would vanish.
Frowns would be reversed.
Insecurity would turn into confidence.
Happiness would be required.
Doubt would be myth.
Impossible would be possible.
This place,
Would be perfection.
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