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I Used to Dream
Contributed by
gurlg0newr0ng
on
Tuesday, 18th September 2007 @ 01:28:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The most precious things I ever held were my dreams
since I was a child without a sense of the way the world really works
Vividly imagining the way my life would unfold, holding ever so tight
holding my breathe, afraid to exhale any hope
I could see living without a care,daring to be anything
following my heart without letting my mind twist it and tear me away from who I wanted to become
I could fantasize all day, with my head in the clouds and a smile on my face
Now the clouds have covered my mind, it looks like rain, with a tear in my eye
I let out a deep breathe, bitter and stale it squeezes through my lips
For all those things I used to cling to are just make believe
I use to dream...but, I think I forgot how.
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2007-09-18 01:28:54] (Date/Time posted on
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