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I see pictures on your skin of all the places that we were,
in all those tender times when I was sleeping
I hear echoes in my mind, all those quiet words you spoke,
and by memories they live on in safe keeping
but you see little else in me but all the places we would go,
if in time, both sun and stars were beaming
I hear whispers of my hopes reflected off your smiles,
though it's clearer now that I was only dreaming
There are too many things I want in life, small and big. I want to be able to wake up everyday and eat breakfast at home. I want to take my time and get ready to my favourite music. I want to love the view of my backyard and appreciate how pretty the blooming flowers are. I want to drive to school with a positive attitude, eager and excited to attain the knowledge that awaits me. I want to interact with new people, new people everyday. I want to visit different restaurants and try the dishes I never took the risk to try. I want to walk around the city as if I own it. I want to be noticed, valued, and understood. Everyday I am running towards these goals, and although it seems as if I am barely moving, it is only right if I die trying.
Right now I am drowning in misery, but one day I will be happy.
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