"Creativity's Playground"
I close my eyes,
I can now see.
The vivid memories,
my mind believes.
I think of things,
that can't exist.
I dream of a world,
better than this.
I invent stories,
I write words.
I say things,
better left unheard.
My sentences leap
My paragraphs dance.
The events make sense,
when you give them a chance.
I see and do.
I think and feel.
In my world upstairs,
it's always real.
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