Perfect World

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I'm painting a picture of a perfect world

And though it may never exist

There, my heart is fresh and new

No scars across my wrist

And in my dreams it feels so real

Each moment that is spent

Is worry-free and effortless 

There, I am content 

He used to stop by now and then

And others came round too,

Back when I felt deep pain or love

In the real world, for you

Lately this world's been empty

The details aren't clear

Because I am no longer sure

Of what I most want here

My path was once planned out

I knew just what I needed

But lately I've lost track of things

My dreams have been impeded

And now my world is blank

Shadows lurk round every turn

And not even I know who is there

My dreams I can't discern

I don't know what I want,

But maybe that's okay.

I'll stride with courage, every step

And take life day by day. 

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