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Dreams do a better job in making me happy than reality. I died as soon as I wake.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
You again
Dreams do a better job in making me happy than reality. I died as soon as I wake.
Don't want to wake up knowing your hand wont be there to lead mine, playing your hair. **** I miss your touch. I miss you so bad.
LucidLucy
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
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