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Jun 2020
The nights are as young as we are,
The days, are as long as our nightmares,
Our dreams are short,
But long during,
To compare ourselves with others,
Is like comparing our nightmares,
They'll never be the same,
For one person's nightmares,
Are another's day dream.
Written by
Daniel Pokorny  23/M/Idaho
(23/M/Idaho)   
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   Bryn Kennell
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