#3 | Bedtime | Edited
Tell me a story,
I once had said,
Smiling so genuinely,
As I fall in bed.
Patience, Dearest,
You'd tell the young me,
Your Father needs to think for the young princess' need,
And "Hush" said the voices, watching like a creep.
I've always had a big imagination.
In the darkness, I make amalgamations.
They seem to be swimming, deperate to escape the sea.
My thoughts always got the best of me.
As I child I'd never dream,
It's usually a nightmare were I'm being chase by a team.
Objects are floating, I feel like Alice,
Just like the rabbit who played with malice.
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