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Aug 2014
All my friends leave me during the day,
They forget i'm alive at times.

But once the clock hits Ten
& everyone is in bed,

My friends come out to play
They're the forgotten dreams

The ones people don't care for anymore,
The ones they don't need.

               **-DB
Dulce Berkowitz
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