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My mind keeps deceiving me, Convincing me to believe, That there is something more, Than what there is. It wants, more than anything, to keep dreaming. I want, more than anything, to wake up.
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Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
Maybe It's Part of Being a Poet...
My mind keeps deceiving me, Convincing me to believe, That there is something more, Than what there is. It wants, more than anything, to keep dreaming. I want, more than anything, to wake up.
Maybe it's part of growing up.
kirsten-martin
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Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
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