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Mar 2017
There's something about
the thin line
between dreams
and whats real that
drives us all crazy.
I swear to god
you were there
touching me
holding me.
Until i woke up.
and its been days
since i last saw you.
Your dreams
will **** you
faster than any disease.
The faint touch you
still feel on your
skin
when you wake up
in the morning
will **** you
faster than any
sickness.
I've been having a really hard time trying to put my emotions into words lately, so if this is a little jumbled that's why.
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       Mishael Ward, Vivi Greene, Lina Lotus, kim, --- and 10 others
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