I dream now of my golden days,
Of family, love, and friends. Of kings and castles, emerald trees, And days that never end. I walked on clouds, slayed dragons. I was a fire, I had no doubt. I am currently found hunched over desks, my flame is flickering out. Fact upon fact stuffed in my brain, Every cog in my mind frantically turning. But I've neglected my other half, And my machine is burning. I wish to go back to those golden days, Magic and mystery under the sun. But anxiety is now my addiction, And late nights are my drug. - Halcyon
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