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This is what she wants most in this world.
A room filled with darkness, but never loneliness.
A grave filled with bones, but never heartache.
The smell of wet grass, but a dry patch to embrace it.
A heart made of stone, but soft enough to never break.
A trust made unbreakable, but never complete.
The music that consumes, but does not have to be found.
A moment of stillness, but never silence.
A mind that is open, but where unicorns can hide.
The rain soaking through, but never freezing the skin.
A garden filled with Eden, but unfilled of religion.
A circle of trust, but not squared by judgement.
The freedom of waves, but not the pain as they crash.
A world filled with perfection, but not the standards that maintain it.
A life filled with completeness, without the consequence of loss.
That moment of unquestionable understanding.
This is what she wants most in this world.
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A room filled with darkness, but never loneliness.
A grave filled with bones, but never heartache.
The smell of wet grass, but a dry patch to embrace it.
A heart made of stone, but soft enough to never break.
A trust made unbreakable, but never complete.
The music that consumes, but does not have to be found.
A moment of stillness, but never silence.
A mind that is open, but where unicorns can hide.
The rain soaking through, but never freezing the skin.
A garden filled with Eden, but unfilled of religion.
A circle of trust, but not squared by judgement.
The freedom of waves, but not the pain as they crash.
A world filled with perfection, but not the standards that maintain it.
A life filled with completeness, without the consequence of loss.
That moment of unquestionable understanding.
This is what she wants most in this world.
Follow @TheFirstChild
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