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Aug 2016
It's almost midnight....
usually this is the time where the thinkers think
and the dreamers dream, I'm not a dreamer
so I must be a thinker and sometimes I overthink
I overthink to the point where I can't sleep
because if I sleep, I dream and if I dream,
my dreams become a nightmare.....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
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