Dreams and hopes hewn in gold
And silver speckled glories of imagined futures
Lost in deep, broiling fog.
Hardened heart that trembles in fear
Of the unknown that looms,
Snarling teeth and drooling maw
What happened to that girl?
Lost Little Child
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Jupiter's Lair 
Oh dear, this is so real. Far too often seeing on the nightly news, or in the stories of men and women who did not follow their dreams.
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Very true. Thank you, Elliott x
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Creepy in a good way!
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Thank you 💋
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Poignant words… 💜
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Thank you, Olivia x
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Sad… wish we could always follow our dreams
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Absolutely. That would be the perfect way to live.
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