Dreams I look up at the sky laying in my bed . All warm and secure , its the days I dread . At night I let myself wander to a world full of peace and sensitive people , nobody need bear be alone . No children crying, no people dying , needlessly on their own. Lots of friends with great understanding, who think and understand pain like me . Not money the all important but happiness in all we see. Now all I want is to write a few sagas and bind them in one great big book and all of this seems possible at night time , when out of my window I look ❤️
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