The ideas for parents of children are nightmares
They torment them, they torture, they scream out...

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We have a fixed fantasy
That we can't escape of...

He's on the edge, I can't control it
Too much pressure, its burning slowly...

He touched his heart
With his left hand...

I am from nightmares
From dark and shadows...

I can't make a longer poem
And I don't know the reason of that...

I gave myself a chance
To play and go out now...

Variations of colorful hedgerows I saw
My impulsive lack of inspiration was gone...

I cried out but heard no noise.. I stabbed myself...
I was created by mistake...

I'm completely new to this world
Today is the first time I come out and say hello...

If I was alone in this world
And no one else was around...