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Nov 2015
You pull my strings and push my soul
You pour you heart into mine like a bowl
You hold my hand and say it's okay
You tell me this at the end of everyday
We hold our heads into the sky
We'd look up like it's a our time to die
I looked at you and went for a kiss
I walked away slowly because I was dismissed
I open my quickly filled with tears
It was only a dream, only a dream so very sincere
After that night I'll never be the same
I will have a different image of you in my brain
Dreams about boys you like are the worst because you think they're real, until you wake up to reality.
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   Zhanara
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