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Nov 2017
Dreams are not
what they are supposed
to look like
anymore.
A constant blur
of reality,
reality meaning sadness,
sadness being
the most familiar thing
in this house.
My imagination
being nothing
but let downs.
Because i only know my dreams,
and sadness
is the most familiar thing
in this house.
Mary
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Mary  14/F/Italy
(14/F/Italy)   
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