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My body on this earth,
Waits to be freed,
From the strings that control me.
The world in my mind,
Awaits my arrival.
As I lose myself in that haven day and night.
I know I am unable to stay.
So when will the day come,
Where my ideal world,
Will become a reality?
For how long must I imagine?
For how long will this remain a dream?
For how long must I wait
Before I truely feel,
and am finally able to say,
I am happy.