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when time seems to eveade all purpose and hopes leaves doubt there is nessesity of finding dreams some parraleled place I find me and my hopes in a none exisiting land of findings seeming for my eyes and hoping for my wishes I am dreaming on the beyond and finding some for of now no cloud or form of hate in me just a clear sign of what it is to be free can destiny leave me to be or will there be some form of a plea that I will need to see. The journey above as if I were a dove flying so high to the sky I fade in nowhere does this sign feel so rare I have tyo clear and give clear knowledge of what it is outside there to dare or not hoping this eternal place is the gate I ahven't seen in so long I am not left for long just songs and hyms remind me of where and what it is to not go wrong and finding this home has got me at home alone studying books and pamplets leaflets payperus of dates not made yet forgettting what it is to be in doubt and with out finding some clout of nothing ruffing and scuffing scrounging with all I mustering and my mind is free the exist a plane with no game on the land just an intersting travel plan and hopes.