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Talkings about what its my head, what i think about, what i dream about, where i spent my childhood. Hiding inside my mind, trying to escape, and ignore time. I used to pretend i lived in another world when i was like 5-8. That mystical creatures existed, that magic , like wand magic, was real, that giants and imps, and witchs where real. AS every child has their own, way to escape,there fantasy world, there imaginary friend, I had mine.
I out grew that world, and i closed that child hood gate forever, but i still remember.
But i still live in my head, to try to forget that things that happen. I wonder through my thoughts and memories, like a scrap book that should be burned. Somethings arent ment to be remembered, and somethings should be forgotten for good.