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Sometimes I like to sit alone in a quiet place and escape into a dream world all my own.
A world where fantasy and reality intertwine and become one.
I can remember the happy times... being secluded in the park with a pile of leaves and a passion for playfuness... a deserted stretch of beach and someone to understand.
I think, too, about the future... going away to school and being away from family and friends.
I wonder how it must feel to be really hungry... or totaly unloved.
I wonder but I really do not want to know.


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