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Yellow fields with pink skies dark ocean and a green sheap what happent in my mind? im really am what i am? you really are who you are? i want to walk on the fields resting behind the pink skies that cover the dark ocean where travel the green sheap i cannot stop now i still feeling my legs the monster are not in the wall the shadows dont follow me i guess that i cant control my body anymore i dont know what my mind wants should i live in this world now? i want to getta out of here, to a new place Where the fields arent yellow, where the sky arent pink, where the oncean arent dark, where the sheap arent green i want to go to a place i really wanto to go to a place that we can live like we really are