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Part of a piece of stream of conciousness writing I wrote.

tint the window of despair and carry on with the light of whispering dreams

win back the thought of wisdom and produce a glimmer of hope only captured by the beast that dwells within

listen not to your captor, but of the voice of reason and triumph

now is the time for sanctuary

Author's Note

Was not meant to have punctuation, stream of conciousness writing

Reviews

[Jessica Weed]

These are good thoughts, are you going to make a poem out of them?