The Dreams of a Girl (StoryADay)

I was born with a huge imagination, with dreams of castles and unicorns, butterflies floating over the rainbows and pink ice cream clouds. I dreamed of a perfect world, a world where everything was beautiful all the time, who no one fought and everyone always got along.

But then they called me delusional and out of touch with reality. They put me in a large room with soft walls where I would never be able to escape. They deemed me as a danger to society.

But what of my dreams, the dreams that enabled me to fly? I know I can escape from this place, because I will always have my imagination.

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