A place I lie is a place my own.
A place where I dream of things to come.
A place that is quiet and peaceful.
This is a place where I lie.

I dream of things, many things.
Life,death,angels, friends, even of the most common of things.
This is a place I can call my own without anyone telling me no.
This is a place where I lie.

I come when my emotions get the better of me.
Sad, angry, happy, calm, or when I want the world to go, and it won't.
This is where the magic happens.
This is a place I call my own.
This is a place where I lie

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