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Dec 2014
sometimes i need to see
that life isn't going to be this fantasy.

eventually i'm going to wake up from this dream and i don't know what will be worse after that, staying awake and living reality or going back to sleep and you being my nightmare.

the clock is ticking, the sand is spilling
and i'm just hoping time doesn't run out.
Kristica
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Kristica  Find me in the forest
(Find me in the forest)   
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