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Oct 2014
RIP
to those insignificant things
You know, nothing really
just our dreams
Sometimes they are impossible
but they give us something to believe
but it seems our dreams are falling like human beings
like a black man in America
it's like they have no meaning

My greatest nightmare seems to be coming true
It's like every dream or hope I have is falling apart like meat in a zoo
maybe being real doesn't appeal to the dreamer in you
But it's like my dreams are crushed every single day or two
NeroameeAlucard
Written by
NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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