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people with a dream are kinda like people who don't have a dream they can live the same life and do the same things everyday wishing there world was not like this, everything needed to be different they wanted navy blue instead of orange red you can have everything you ever wanted but still dont have what you really need a friend, a lover someone to hold you when everything in the world seems unfixable it was raining again today, the sky was grey just like my mind a long time ago I met this girl let's say her name was Victoria she was a little odd but in a special way, her soul was precious she also had a dream, she wanted to change the world Victoria wanted the so called weird kids to fit in, to be loved I guess she dreamed of a world without fear and lonelines because this girl knew the darkness like no other soul she had dinner with the devil and played games with his demons I got broken parts where my heart should be.. and I just needed someone to save me from myself but dreams don't ever come true, so love me and my brokenness.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
dreams
people with a dream are kinda like people who don't have a dream they can live the same life and do the same things everyday wishing there world was not like this, everything needed to be different they wanted navy blue instead of orange red you can have everything you ever wanted but still dont have what you really need a friend, a lover someone to hold you when everything in the world seems unfixable it was raining again today, the sky was grey just like my mind a long time ago I met this girl let's say her name was Victoria she was a little odd but in a special way, her soul was precious she also had a dream, she wanted to change the world Victoria wanted the so called weird kids to fit in, to be loved I guess she dreamed of a world without fear and lonelines because this girl knew the darkness like no other soul she had dinner with the devil and played games with his demons I got broken parts where my heart should be.. and I just needed someone to save me from myself but dreams don't ever come true, so love me and my brokenness.
BelleVictoria
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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