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Feb 2019
My friend asked me what do I dream about.
In reply I said
"I do not dream..."
He replied softly
"That is a concern."

I paused and looked in his ocean eyes.

"I guess when every dream has been broken, dreams begin to fade from sight."
Amy Childers
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Amy Childers  21/F/Missouri
(21/F/Missouri)   
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