i used to

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i used to wrap myself
in fairytales
thinking of castle with flags
or horses with long tails

i used to believe that life
was colorful
with skies stained purple
and the wind oh so peaceful

but that's the thing
i used to
now i'm here with life
is stained with reality and truth

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