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A Strangers Dreams

I cast off my coat and my troubles at the door My ambition seemed simpler in years before But my skin and sight are molding And these dreams that I'm holding They seem familiar but I know they’re not mine Each hole that I fill Is a color soon to kill The sure thoughts of this kind Resemble the mind Both lacking and endless in time These dreams are my drive They’re the reason I’m alive But although I don’t believe in him God always seems to hinder them Those dreams that I spend with hue This life that you hold Though its mine it seems quite cold But despite my talk with fate It may not yet be too late To start my endless life anew
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anyamcghee
23 / F / Narnia
Published
Dec 26, 2019
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