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If i could turn back time, I want to be the kid who cries over toys, Not flaws. If i could turn back time, I want to laugh until breathing becomes hard, Not to hide my pain. If i could turn back time, I want to turn on the mp3 so i can dance to it, Not to control my tears. If i could turn back time, I want to stay up late using my controllers, Not pencils. Empty feelings, hopeless journey. Invisible existence, slowly fading. Living in a cruel world, I'm a dreamer in the darkest reality.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
Dreaming in Reality
If i could turn back time, I want to be the kid who cries over toys, Not flaws. If i could turn back time, I want to laugh until breathing becomes hard, Not to hide my pain. If i could turn back time, I want to turn on the mp3 so i can dance to it, Not to control my tears. If i could turn back time, I want to stay up late using my controllers, Not pencils. Empty feelings, hopeless journey. Invisible existence, slowly fading. Living in a cruel world, I'm a dreamer in the darkest reality.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
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