The colors are falling from the walls, there ready to roll into another place. A farewell of sorts as a final sky says goodbye, goodnight to a dream. A stronghold..safeness during weathered storms. You stare out the broken window and think back when everything was reliable. Now is your chance. Will you watch your dreams fade or will you chase them? Taking your man made wings you run and jump out the window, catching the breeze. A new flight.
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