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Kayla Dec 2024
Tell me i can't do it,
Tell me I won't make it to the end of the line,
That my dreams are foolish,
That my hopes for the world are too great.
Tell me you hate me, or you love me, or merely tolerate me,
Make your critique.
Believe me,I'll stay up thinking of variations of what you said, what i said.
If I do find it in me to fall asleep, it doesn't matter, you come in dreams,
There is no escape.

— The End —