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Jun 2018
I first dreamt of you
when I was nine years old.
You looked at me
and I gave you my heart.
It was confusing,
but now I understand.
A wish upon a shooting star
doesn't always come true.
There isn't a *** of gold
at the end of every rainbow.
Santa Claus doesn't bring gifts
for all the boys and girls.
Sometimes people don't love you
the way we dreamt they should.
Waxahatchee - Catfish
Aaron Michael Brown
Written by
Aaron Michael Brown  24/M/Ga
(24/M/Ga)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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