• this is my dream to be loved to be holded to be known that i know that i know

    that i make somebody happy. my dream is of roses and their pedals flying in

    the field of wind where the tradewinds flow through the grassy fields touching

    the face leaving a feeling of smoothness like silk on your body so soft so

    smoothe and so elegant. my dream is to never die my dream is it really

    possible my dream is just a dream. or could my dream real a thing called

    reality is calling urging SCREAMING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP THEN SUCKER

    PUCHING YO. i tell you now what reallity is reallity is a piece of s**t that keeps

    us alive reallity is supposibly just so ******** JUST PEOPLE DONT REALIZE HOW

    JUST IT IS ITS UNJUST what reality is ........ well you deceide im done


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