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of dreams and self

If it stands to reason it's probably false. If it can be explained there's no way it makes sense. Just so you know, I think I'm going to be okay. I had a dream where I cut my wrists, And it felt fine. And, I don't know why I dreamed That some of the guys and I were running from the cops, All I know is that we we escaped, And I woke up without scars.
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Dec 8, 2011
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