There is no hope left in the world. So we dream. We dream that we will wake to a big roof over our heads thats high in the sky, with a chandelier in our bedroom. We dream that we will never have to go to sleep hungry, that we'll feast through thousands of fruits and sweets that even queens can not afford.
We dream that one day we will find love to hold at night, have someone just to breathe with, someome to help carry us through the dark.
The gray morning sun woke me up from another one of these hopeful dreams. Dreams that I will forget by the time I go to sleep tonight.
I roll myself out of bed onto the floor and stare upwards, upside-down at the cabinet that holds my three goldfish. In a large,cubed, sharp, tank, they dance around their aquarium and as I stare at their orange fruit scales shine with the sun I realize that my forehead is bleeding... and it's like the dreams are begging me to wake up.
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Thank you so much for reading, really, each view means a lot. Also, Idk who the cover picture belongs to, I found it on Google images but all credit and everything goes to them.
One last thing, please don't plagerize this book.
Thanks.
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