broken mirror of young dreamsMature

But my life had blown out all flames of hope, that I held within me thinking, believing, persevering... that the sparkling flames Would magically transform into a golden fire Of immortal faith and fortune.. But my castle of dreams , That I built in the hidden bosom of the cottony clouds Of love, have been bitterly scattered by, The unnerving winds of failure, torture and betrayal... " WHEN THE SOUL WITHIN YOUR DREAMS DIE, THE LIFE WITHIN YOUR BODY BREATHES NO MORE...."
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