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Apr 2020
Wide awake, dreaming
Hoping for something that will never be

My dreams always escape me,
One way or the other
And I continue to adapt

But I'm tired
Why can't they be real yet?
Why can't they be real yet?
Why can't they be real yet?
Why can't they be real yet?

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