The real world is nothing but a disappointment,
And my dream world is what I call an ointment,
That I apply to my wounds,
To heal them and forget about the ruins.
A world beyond the clouds,
Where no one else is allowed.
It’s not cold and bittersweet,
There’s just some absence of severe heat.
Running my wild imagination,
Leading myself to extreme elation,
But I must warn myself to be aware,
Of extremely horrifying nightmares.
– Kamya Seervi
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