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The dream, starts with a stream which the moon shines her beams upon, along the river i walk, I talk with no one to listen, But there it is the rain in the distance gaining on me closer and closer, But i have persistence to find happiness And a resistance to that pain so i stand and i stare at the oncoming rain  of pain and i..  i fall to the ground and i cry and i try to get back up but the pain won't let me and when  i finally get back up, i lack the resistance to the pain, where is the gain in fighting, why am i trying, we are all dying why shouldn't i speed that process up, But this isn't fancy dress these rags im wearing are mine, Stop comparing me to the happy people stop declaring that i am lesser than you, who are you to tell me i aint **** is it because i ain't fit  or because of my outfit or because i can't commit to being myself because i have to hide my pain from you and them no one needs to see the real me, this is my plee stop making me flee from the fight, i don't want to be in this darkness i am in i want to be light but its all gone where is my happiness
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
the dream
The dream, starts with a stream which the moon shines her beams upon, along the river i walk, I talk with no one to listen, But there it is the rain in the distance gaining on me closer and closer, But i have persistence to find happiness And a resistance to that pain so i stand and i stare at the oncoming rain  of pain and i..  i fall to the ground and i cry and i try to get back up but the pain won't let me and when  i finally get back up, i lack the resistance to the pain, where is the gain in fighting, why am i trying, we are all dying why shouldn't i speed that process up, But this isn't fancy dress these rags im wearing are mine, Stop comparing me to the happy people stop declaring that i am lesser than you, who are you to tell me i aint **** is it because i ain't fit  or because of my outfit or because i can't commit to being myself because i have to hide my pain from you and them no one needs to see the real me, this is my plee stop making me flee from the fight, i don't want to be in this darkness i am in i want to be light but its all gone where is my happiness
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
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