Paradise
In my darkest hour.
When there is nothing left.
When the world seems hopeless.
You are there.
You are my escape
From the hate and greed of this world.
I know the stories aren't real
And that you are just a book.
But without you I'd be stuck.
Without you, there'd be no adventure.
No inspiration.
And without inspiration, I am dead inside.
You are my paradise.
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