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Stromy nights and cloudy days.

Rain seems to fall over this lonely castle of mine. 

Dreams seem to disappear and retreat to where they came from, vanishing within thin air.

Heavy burdens are lifted of those who's shoulders can't bare the weight of what they take.

Shunned mines seem to melt away all that they have learned from the past that they have learned to love and accept.

We shut our minds and ever seem to think of  thought again, making it seem like it's a forgotten dream on which we can not bring back.

The memories  of our childhoods seem to hide themselves within the newer memories that we start to gain from our new friends, forgetting the old friends that we learned to love and know.

Growing older and getting less and less younger as we grow up and start to see the entire world in a different point of view, we no longer see the world as this fun playground  of dreams and hopes we longed for as children.