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Jan 2018
I dreamt about so many things.
I dreamt about my monsters fleeing.
And my **** never happening.
I dreamt you never hit me and never gave me a concussion.
I had this wonderful dream you never left me.
Written by
Dylan Mcconnell  18/FTM/Madison, WI
(18/FTM/Madison, WI)   
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