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wasting-my-time
wasting-my-time
There's a problem between what is true and what is not. And I'll know the difference when I meet you again
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We complain because we would rather lay in bed and watch netflix and eat food, but we don't realize that in a blink of an eye and a flash of a light we'll be dreaming of the days we could walk around the halls. We'll dream of sitting at a desk and writing papers. We will dream to dress ourselves again, tie our shoes, to decide what we want to do with our lives. Our eyes will burn to see our best friends from high school again, to feel their hug one last time. To jump up and down in joy because of making the sports team you dreamed of, or the musical you always wanted to be the main role in. And when you are laying in that white bedroom with white sheets and a white gown, you'll dream of your parents. You'll dream of all the pets you had. You'll dream of the clothes you used to wear, and those hip new shoes that were in style for about a year. You'll dream to feel lake water between your toes and the waves crashing against the sand. You'll WISH to see it all again. It's all going by so fast and before you know it, it will all be a dream. Be excited for what's to come. This isn't cliche. This is real life. Enjoy what's given to you. It can be taken away from you in just a blink of an eye
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
wasting-my-time
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We complain because we would rather lay in bed and watch netflix and eat food, but we don't realize that in a blink of an eye and a flash of a light we'll be dreaming of the days we could walk around the halls. We'll dream of sitting at a desk and writing papers. We will dream to dress ourselves again, tie our shoes, to decide what we want to do with our lives. Our eyes will burn to see our best friends from high school again, to feel their hug one last time. To jump up and down in joy because of making the sports team you dreamed of, or the musical you always wanted to be the main role in. And when you are laying in that white bedroom with white sheets and a white gown, you'll dream of your parents. You'll dream of all the pets you had. You'll dream of the clothes you used to wear, and those hip new shoes that were in style for about a year. You'll dream to feel lake water between your toes and the waves crashing against the sand. You'll WISH to see it all again. It's all going by so fast and before you know it, it will all be a dream. Be excited for what's to come. This isn't cliche. This is real life. Enjoy what's given to you. It can be taken away from you in just a blink of an eye
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Dreams either come true or they burn into stars But the way you whispered hymnals into my head Bones break into a million pieces causing organs to fail I let you tear my bones and now my heart is missing Windows are foggy from the heat I guess that's why I couldn't see And the night sky was closed But your eyes created the darkness If you stare at the ceiling long enough the walls will start to cave in I learned this from you And my eyes turned black that night You didn't let me speak but I'm glad you kept humming Street lights are supposed to lighten the street But they darkened your clothes I found my heart this morning the blood draining between my fingers See, I was never sad about you But I kept tripping on the smoke I can't tell if you know about me anymore You never really did And I couldn't look at you because I was scared what I would find Dreams either come true or they burn into stars But you whispered to me and My dreams burned stars into my soul
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
wasting-my-time
My dreams burned stars
Dreams either come true or they burn into stars But the way you whispered hymnals into my head Bones break into a million pieces causing organs to fail I let you tear my bones and now my heart is missing Windows are foggy from the heat I guess that's why I couldn't see And the night sky was closed But your eyes created the darkness If you stare at the ceiling long enough the walls will start to cave in I learned this from you And my eyes turned black that night You didn't let me speak but I'm glad you kept humming Street lights are supposed to lighten the street But they darkened your clothes I found my heart this morning the blood draining between my fingers See, I was never sad about you But I kept tripping on the smoke I can't tell if you know about me anymore You never really did And I couldn't look at you because I was scared what I would find Dreams either come true or they burn into stars But you whispered to me and My dreams burned stars into my soul
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