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Dreams aren't real, right? They're just figments of a rampant mind Anxiously piecing together the world that surrounds, right? Why do I see you at morning noon and night, Disrupting the schedules of trains in my mind, You bring forth questions to a heart yet undefined. I miss you. That much I know. At least... That much I can admit.
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Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 2:20 AM UTC
Pestering Dreams
Dreams aren't real, right? They're just figments of a rampant mind Anxiously piecing together the world that surrounds, right? Why do I see you at morning noon and night, Disrupting the schedules of trains in my mind, You bring forth questions to a heart yet undefined. I miss you. That much I know. At least... That much I can admit.
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27/M/South Africa
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 2:20 AM UTC
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