It vanished once I opened my delicate eyes
But I knew it was real, like the world I already seen, but blurry within the fog
I was struggling to say out words I've never thought of before, I was trying my hardest
I wasn't sure if they were against me, but I was fighting within sky's
Enchant my sword with sharpness although my words were more like a dessert. Game rule, I said. I wanted to become the administrator.
I wish I can see through it like glass, but I know that dream will be it's last.
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Nostalgia
Short StoryAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
