I wish to dream, but I'm not a song

My dears.

The past few months were all rocks and thorns. The skies saw a land on fire. The nights listened to silent babies. 

It's like little people's dreams got stuck in a nightmare, and there's no return ticket to a better day.

Voices echoed across the globe, but dark clouds intercepted them mid-air.

I wish I were a SONG. It used to be a DREAM of mine. 


Literally ❝ Lila


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